Two things:
- I had to get a haircut because I'm graduating from Uni tomorrow. Actually, I had to get a haircut 'cause the missus told me too, but only because she won't be seen dead next to me without a 2back and side and choppy on top. Don't see what the big deal is though.. I have to wear a stupid hat anyways so it's not like anyone would have seen my unruly mop. So pictures and commentary tomorrow. Anyone found laughing will be subject to an hour's worth of lecturing on the topic of Britain Eocene Strata on the Isle of Wight. I kid you not.
- I hate my barber. Although she (hey just what do you call a female barber anyways.. barberess, barbarella, ba-ba-ba baby bell? Whatever..) cuts my hair extremely well and just how I like it, she never uses a fresh cloak thingy that barbers (barberellas?) put on you to keep the hairs off. So I've always got the last guys nasty hairs (that's a Germanism also.. they actually have a plural for "hair") itching my neck.. bleugh it's the worst.. his little prickly hair tickling my neck.. Eww.. worst thing in the world ever. I seriously would rather visit the dentist. Although that may have something to do with the sticker I always get and the funky glasses I get to put on when lying in the chair. I'm not sure if that to shield my eyes from the bright light they shine in your mouth or the spit fountain that they always produce. Oh and the pink drink they give you at the end. They say rinse but you know it's just so refreshing. Hmm.. ..minty.
1 comments:
You know, there is a nice, simple solution to the hairs on your neck post-haircut: take a shower! I mean, I know that more than once a week is a bit much and all, but every 6 weeks or so it should be okay, shouldn't it? I bet the wifey would agree. :)
I like both getting my hair cut and going to the dentist. My dentist always tells me what pretty teeth I have. One of these days I should say, "all the better to eat you with, dearie!" and see what he says.
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