I’m 35 and still poor? I mean, Honey graduated college, he has a pretty good paying job, we own our home (sort of. You know, when the mortgage is paid we will), we don’t have a car payment, we stopped offering human sacrifices… so why are we so poor that I have to cut my own kids’ and hubby’s hair?
Yes. I did. I cut their hair.
Once upon a time when Honey was still in college back at the Lord’s Other (and more AWESOMER!!) School, we thought it would be a great money saver if (for the cost of one of my hair cuts) we bought some clippers and I learned to cut his hair.
It might have been a better idea for me to strip in the Union Bldg. for tips and just pay for him to get a hair cut. From that day on we swore never to speak of it again.
Fast forward to Sunday afternoon…
I don’t know if you know this about me, and how could you since our appearances are deceiving?, but I am very vain about how my boys look. I will let them go for weeks on end looking homeless rather than take them to the beauty school for a $4 special. And since my hair mistress (who is actually reasonably priced, I’M JUST THAT POOR) is the only other person I would consider letting touch their hair, it has been some time since their last cut. And by some time, I mean probably 12 weeks.
Being the basket case super duper homemaker that I am, I got a bee in my bonnet and decided to cut B & D’s hair after church on Sunday. I gotta say, it’s not bad! It’s at least as good as those high school dropouts ladies at the beauty school! I was so pleased with the results, I decided to do Honey. (Get your mind out of the gutter, this blog is rated PG-15!)
I’m thinking I should start stripping for the bar flies up the street.