WILD CHILD: YOU CAN'T JUDGE A BOOK...

'Though he has always appeared ultra-conservative on the outside, my hubby is actually the wildest guy I ever went out with. That boy-next-door look was quite intentional. It was so much easier to fly under the radar that way.

That guy on the far right with dark, shoulder-length hair and mutton chop sideburns -- my best buddy throughout college, and one of the ushers at our wedding -- was just the opposite. My folks were so grateful that I fell for John instead of "that hippy fellow that ruined your wedding photos." It just tickled me no end, knowing that RB was a total choir boy compared to my John, and that they'd be turning in their graves if they knew the truth.

Hubby always used to tease me by swearing that, as soon as he retired, he was going to grow one of those long, scraggly, bald-headed-guy ponytails, and get some piercings. He must've forgot about that promise, but I guess Santa never did, because John somehow ended up with a gift certificate to Claire's in his stocking this year.  Guess what he did with it?

At last -- the truth comes out!