Laughing Till I Cried…
When was the last time that you can honestly say that you laughed so hard your cried? It had been awhile for me, until about a week ago when my dad supplied me with a grand opportunity to laugh till I cried…my side even started hurting.
If you know my dad really well, you know that he’s the type of guy that enjoys having his hair in place. He combs it before going to bed, and I cannot count the number of times growing up he would ask if I had a brush in my purse. Now if you know me, you know that I probably NEVER had a brush in my purse due to the fact that I have natural curly hair and once it was fixed there was no changing it until I washed it again…due to the Bozo factor that would in-sue if I combed/brushed my mass of curls out. Anyway…back to my dad. About a week ago my mom and I went to PB to do a Wal-Mart run, and on the way home she was talking about how she had to cut my dad’s hair before leaving for STL the next day (he had been out of town working for two weeks and was in need of a trim). When we got home I went in to talk to Dad while Mom put all the groceries and stuff away, I wasn’t paying close attention to his hair or anything. Mom walked in and took one look at him and was like ‘WHO CUT YOUR HAIR’. Then I took a close up look at it…and started laughing. My dad decided to take his hair into his own hands, and used the electric razor/clippers on it. Well, his hand slipped. He had this huge ‘dip’ going on the left side of his head (almost bald); and then the right side was still puffy because he gave up when he ’slipped’. It was great!!! Needless to say, my mom had to do some major care giving to the hairdo, and my dad ended up with almost a flattop (one fashion he has never had). It will be awhile before he needs a trim. I got a good laugh out of it.
To all you men out there…beware if you attempt to cut your own hair, unless you actually want a flattop.
Later…ERM