Ahhh! So, we *could* meet halfway in Dana Point, then ;-)
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I gotta say, folks, I can hardly contain myself today...I knew I should've started out with my daily confession ;-)
So, here it goes...
Morning confession:
One of my hobbies is to get a stir from my wife.
It was some months back that I began planting hippy seeds with comments about how great I think that dreadlocks are...cool and beautiful, I said....or words to that effect.
Every couple of weeks, I'd make a note of a celebrity or friend that has dreads - mentioning only the amazing parts of the person, of course, and adding about how evolved our society has become.
Taking it a step further...
I began my "research" last night.
Bringing my laptop to the livingroom, I made sure to have the below website up and playing the howto video on how to make dreds.
The look on her face and the words that followed were classic! I'm still not certain how I kept a straight face...
She went to bed talking about it. And, she woke up talking about it -- just left the house and still talking about it...
Comments like "do you *really* think people are going to hire you with dreadlocks!?!
My favorite line is probably when she's like "You don't smoke pot! You bathe! You have a son to think about...I'm not going to be happy if he gets teased because you're having a mid-life crisis!"
OH yeah, the site:
http://www.dreadheadhq.com/
anyway...
PS : last year, I did a similar tactic with my hair. Only, I went on for months about how much I had always wanted to have blue hair. I waited for the time that we had a fancy dinner scheduled. Told her that I was taking the day off to get my hair done (rather than saying I'm getting a hair cut). She was suspicious but didn't say anything.
Ignoring her calls for half the day wasn't easy.
Finally, after about four hours, I answered the call - she's like "I've been trying you all day! What are you doing!"
Me: Oh, I was at Steve's getting my hair done. I *finally* took the plunge. It was a pain, because he had to bleach the color out, but I now have the blue that I always wanted - It's PERFECT honey! I love it!
Silence.
MORE SILENCE.
"well, I'm glad you're happy - I gotta go, someone's beeping in"
an hour later, I get a text that read "I think we should postpone dinner - I don't feel well"
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She couldn't even look at me -- I had bought a can of that temporary blue spray and colored it on my way home ;-)
classic.
**I washed it out. Funny how she felt good enough to go to dinner, after all.