Before I begin what was going to be my topic today, I think you should take a moment and look at what I found on the floor about 5 minutes after I got up this morning. I haven't seen a spider in the house since Rob was bitten. I thought maybe the problem had taken care of itself. Now this. Spring can't come fast enough. I need a new house stat. I also need a new digital camera so you can actually see how terrifying this spider really is.So last night I say to Rob,"Why don't you just go to the hairdressers and get your hair cut
because I just don't feel like doing it." I normally cut his hair. He dyes mine. It's a nice trade and we're cheap, so it works out all around. I have been feeling really crappy. First I had a virus that lasted way too long that turned into a cold that seems to LOVE me a little too much and won't leave, and then a couple days ago I had a wisdom tooth yanked out. And it's been killing me. Because I'm pregnant, I can't take anything more than tylenol and it sucks. I want drugs. Strong drugs. Gateway drugs. Anyway, Rob's reponse was something like "well if I go to the hairdressers I'll just get it shaved."
Like I said, we're cheap. The next thing I hear are the clippers.
For those of you who don't know, this is what he normally looks like.He should have kept it like this.
I think he would have been kicked out of the military though...
So now this is what I have to look at. Just like when he went to bootcamp except he used a real blade then and actually shaved it smooth.
Here he is trying to look mean. Although he was trying not to laugh. He still doesn't look very mean.I don't really care though. His body makes up for it. Besides, his hair grows so fast I'll be cutting it again in a few weeks. Hopefully then I'll feel like it.
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