One.
That’s the amount of hairbrushes circulating through my home at the moment. We used to have three but they disappear like my children when I ask “Who’s going to unload the dishwasher?” Lucky for me the remaining brush is from Aveda and happens to be my favorite.
So this morning when I caught Nathanael using it to brush Walter, the hobo-looking dog, I was just a bit upset. It makes me wonder if he has ever brushed Walter’s teeth with my toothbrush or let Walter snap a few photos with my camera.
I felt violated.
So I complained to Darren, hoping he would deliver a sentence worthy of the crime, but instead Darren started singing this song from the days when our children were younger:
And that made me laugh and forget I was mad.
Reason #12 that marriage is good.
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November 20th, 2007 at 11:49 am
That’s too funny. We sing that song around here all the time! AND we have the same problem with missing brushes too. Yesterday the only one I could find was one of those cylindrical curling types that feel like a wire brush on your scalp. And we both know my scalp is too unprotected for that.
November 20th, 2007 at 3:11 pm
Uh! The dreaded round brush! But you know, Jeff, one can get a TON of body and lift with one of those things. Like…it might make not-so-much hair seem like Carrot Top’s locks. :P
November 24th, 2007 at 10:55 am
So what is the song? It’s not coming on for me. I’m NOT the world’s greatest computer whiz!!