The Life of a Bealeton Babe

Monday, October 15, 2007

Barney Thought for the day

Because I'm inspired and because it's been a while, I'm doing a double post...

This is a short one...it's a thought for you...In honor of Barney's 20th Birthday I pose this question to you...

Do you find it odd that Barney had a friend named BJ? Not only that BJ has a sister named Baby Bop...

you think about that for a bit mmmkay??

The BB

Opps...did you want that hair

Okay Okay, I know I like too the whole summer off...but like I explained a few posts ago, I'm working again. Working has kept me distracted from writing. Top that off with my desire to be working on other projects, and there hasn't been much of a blog. However, I'm feeling crappy and nothing helps crappy like blogging.

Now what to blog about...Oh I know...

So at the beginning of the summer, the hubby comes up to me and wants me to cut his hair. This in itself isn't a bad thing, however for about six months now, the hubby has gone with the close cropped look. This look doesn't necessarily require me to cut his hair. He just basically has to run a shaver (with 1/8' guard...remember this tidbit) over his head.

Anyway, hubby asks me to help. I figure it's easier than what I used to do for him before his co-workers started accusing him of having a comb-over. So, I go over his head with a razor, no biggie. Then I take the guard off and touch up his neck area, and his sideburns. After that I told the hubby to go check himself in the mirror. It was a nice day and we were outside, but the hubby went in the check his hair. He came out and said I missed a patch on top of his head. No problem, I went to go touch up the area. (you so have to know where this is going). I start touching up and I think to myself "damn I really missed this area, look how much hair is coming off hubbies head". Then all the sudden this sick feeling overcomes me...and in one moment I realize....

I forgot to put the guard back on...

I've fucked up my husband's do and now I have to shave him BALD...

I fall to the floor laughing. I laugh so hard, then I start crying. Not because I'm laughing, but because I screwed up my hubby's hair (what little he has of it). Hubby is laughing and he finds this no biggie because for years he would shave off all of his hair in the summer. I stop blubbering/laughing and finish off his hair. I admit, I'm not all for the completely no hair look. I like hair on my man. But I kept telling myself it's no biggie. I met him when he was bald, so I should be used to it. Besides, so many good looking men out there are bald. I mean Chris Daughtery is hot...right? RIGHT???