So for the second time in my life, I went to an actual real salon, where actual women go and spend real money to get their hair died; as opposed to what I have ALWAYS done, and died it myself with Clarol before heading to the mall for an 8 dollar haircut. The stupid haircut/dye job cost ALL of my discretionary money for um the next few months. All these prissy women are prancing around the salon talking about the Nordsrom sale or how they spent blah blah on this or that for themselves.
I get home, hubby says NOTHING even though my hair looked HOT. Then, hubby goes out to mow our one acre yard with the riding lawn mower and comes back in like 20 minutes later and says, "I just ran over Pookie's tug toy, and it's stuck in the blade, and I can't get it out....I don't think we have a mower now".
So, I said, like a MORON, "you didn't see it?" Like DUH if he had he wouldn't have run over it. So he says, "no, he buried it under some dry grass". So I put down my paintbrush (I'm priming the hall to repaint) and follow him out. I end up laying on the freaking hot pavement for an HOUR hacking through Badger's $20 dollar NEW tug toy with a kitchen knife, cause nothing else is working. I was SO pissed off I said, "try and be more careful sweetie...I don't want to do that again". He is really good about me being a total Bia*ch, kisses me to say thanks, and goes back to mowing.
I go back in the house and I'm heat exhausted and peaved, thinking how those prissy women at the salon prolly didn't have to fix mowers and paint halls, when SPLAT I get a huge dollap of OIL BASED primer in my NEW hair.
GGGGGGGGGGGGGG GGAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAHHHHHHH HHHHHHHHHHH
Just for one single freaking day I wanted to look like a prissy girl. Friday is our 10th anniversary, and I wanted to look sexy. Now I look like a &(^#triu red haired skunk.
THEN hubby comes in for a drink and SMIRKS at me. ROFL he didn't have to say a WORD. He just pointed, like to let me know, in case I didn't already, that I had paint in my hair. BTW, primer doesn't 'wash' out. I SWEAR, I almost chucked the entire paint can at him. He looked scared when I looked at him, and he kinda jerked back, then went outside to finish mowing.
