I got a haircut and my eyebrows waxed yesterday. *&$#%*%&#!!! I told the gal that I did NOT want my eyebrows thinner... that I just wanted them cleaned up. Now I know why old ladies draw their &*%$# eyebrows on!!! &%$##$%$&!!!
I liked my haircut until Mr. Macchiato just looked at me and said, "It's short." That's it!!! "It's short." Uh... yeah... it has been for awhile now!
A zillion years ago my Mom gave me a ginormous nightshirt with Snoopy and Woodstock on it. She had a ton of them that she gave to her sisters and me. I actually had two of them. I wore them for years and years before Mr. Macchiato told me he hated them and that he had always hated them. In fact, when we were at my Mom's this summer I saw she still had one so I took it and held it up to Mr. Macchiato while I said, "Look what my Mom just gave me!" He hated that nightshirt so much that he didn't even laugh at the JOKE.
I went through a Homeschool Marm phase that included homemade/ denim dresses and overalls worn with bobby socks and Keds. I even wore crafty little wooden necklaces and sometimes put bows in my hair. Just typing that makes me cringe. But, it is true and part of my history. After a couple of YEARS Mr. Macchiato says to me, "You dress like a 6 ft tall 5 year old." I looked down at what I was wearing and it was TRUE.
I love hair clips. I've loved them since they were invented. I have big ones, little ones, teeny weeny baby sized ones... it is amazing what you can do with them! Mr. Macchiato tells me one day, "I like your hair better down."
I asked him what he meant. Well, he says to me, "I don't really like it when you wear your hair up." I'd been wearing my hair up for YEARS people. Oh, and get this, he says, "Sometimes it looks like a rooster tail or something."
I tried to wear my hair down but even when I took the time to curl it and make it look nice it ended back up in a clip before the end of the day. My addiction to clips is that strong. So, I got my hair cut at the beginning of the year to where I couldn't put it up in a clip. It is still a feminine cut and about two inches below the bottom of my ears... well it grew out some and I figured out a way to use my handy dandy little clips until yesterday when I got it cut again. AND He thinks it is too short. After wearing it this way most of this year. &%$#*&%$#!
Sigh. Double Shot's school had a big to do Pep Rally/fundraiser last night at one of those huge indoor activity centers with laser tag, go carts, bowling, etc. The girls' volleyball team is in the state play offs too. There was a local radio station there that did an hour long program talking to the coaches and players. It was a MAD HOUSE! We ended up leaving and walking around a row of furniture stores nearby before we went and got some coffee at a coffee house. We then sat in the car in the parking lot while we listened to the program on the radio. Our little heatwave of last week has certainly gone on its way...
Anyway, Mr. Macchiato says, "I'm ugly." Oh my gosh. I'm cracking up again. You'd have to know my husband and the way he says stuff to appreciate this... He then went on to talk about how he was looking at the pictures from the Bronco game on Sunday and how he looks old and fat. We went round in that vein for some time telling each other what we were saying wasn't true. Then... we decided that getting old really is a BLEEP.
I guess I should be impressed that Mr. Macchiato has improved in that he didn't take years to tell me he doesn't like my hair this short... I think he wears his hair too short too. I think I'll grow mine out longer if he grows his out longer. Yeah... like that's gonna happen!
My eyebrows had better grow back.