Okay, so my husband is going to kill me, but I just had to share.....
So we get home from Florida on Sunday and he's repacking for New York City on Monday. He wanted me to cut his hair.
Relax, people, the man doesn't have much left for me to screw up.
Actually it's more of a receding hairline on top, and a few years back he decided to embrace it and buzz it down to a short #1 clipper. He even grew a goatee (used to look like a GQ business guy, now he looks like a macho harley dude(trust me, I'm not complaining, it's a great look on him), and he even drives a motorcycle, but we won't go there. He uses the "I'm going through my thing" excuse for any new toy he wants. Just wait till I start going through my "thing". Oh yeah, you can bet I'm wracking up a nice long list of toys for myself;))
So I used to buzz my boys hair, but ever since DH had me buzz his head the very first time and they walked in to him screaming "Oh my God, look what Mommy did to me!", they won't let me anywhere near them with clippers. I tried to tell them "Mommy didn't do this to Daddy, nature did!" but somehow they STILL don't believe me.
So anyway, back to my story. Yeah, yeah, so I tend to ramble. Get used to it. And blame my mother since we've already established in an earlier post....I'm just like her. Hug, hug, kiss, kiss Mom;)))
So I pull out the clippers and I buzz his hair, then he goes upstairs to brush off all the tiny loose hairs stuck to his head. I come up shortly after and I'm telling you, I peed my pants, I was laughing so hard. I'm not joking, it's easy to do after 4 kids.
DH is standing there with his arms raised brushing off his head. Now you have to really picture this to get the full effect. He has his T-shirt tucked into his jeans (another really, really great look on him;))) except, he somehow tucked his T-shirt into the new boxers he bought. Everything is still tucked in, but above his jeans, about 4 or 5 inches (I kid you not) of his boxers are showing. And I don't mean his pants were baggy and hanging low so you could see the top of his boxers. I'm talking nice tight pants with a belt on for crying out loud, and the boxers were pulled up as high as they could go....over the flipping T-shirt. I swear to God they were nearly chest level!!!!
So NOT a good look for him.
Can you say Erkel??? I'm probably spelling it wrong, but remember that TV show Erkel with the nerdy kid who wore his pants hiked waaaayyyy up? Well, DH was definitly sporting an Erkel turns 40 look.
And, trust me you're gonna love this, he found a new use for his lint brush. Not a brush, but the big white roll of sticky tape that lint sticks to, and then you just peel it off and chuck it. Well, DH was rolling that sucker all over his freaking head, and thought he was so clever when all the little hairs stuck to it.
Can you say nerd??? Erkel was bad enough, but the lint brush over the head was what made me pee. The more I laughed, the more he did, that I told him this was so going in the blog.
To which he replied, "Blog me, baby!"