All I could do was laugh my ass off..........I took Pudd'n to get his hair cut today. When I do this first I give him a valium (yes, I am serious) and then while he sits in the chair I feed him copious amounts of st*rburst candies. Yeah, I know defeats the purpose of trying to relax the kid; jack him up on sugar.
Any way we made it almost through the hair cut with out a problem (for once) when he all of sudden moves his head.
Ray is standing there horrified that there is now this "slash" mark on my kids head.
I'm laughing my ass off.
What else am I to do? This poor girl has her hands full when cutting my kids' hair and the fact that this is the first time its happened in six years? Who gives a fuck? She did her best to blend the hair all the while I'm still laughing.
It was a nice icing on the cake for a day from hell.
While I was in the shower trying to rinse off my hair dye the smoke alarm goes off.
As I furiously try to get the dye off I start doing a mental check:
Any candles burning? No
Anything in the oven? No
Is the crock pot on? No
I come flying out of the shower soaking wet to find that my house is safe & sound. I grab a wooden spoon to try & knock off the alarm from the ceiling. That isn't working so I got the dining room chair and stand on it and pry the fucker off the ceiling.
I'm soaking wet & stark naked.
Oh joy! It is going to be a good day!