Honor Code

Sean started back to school today. Normally when my kids start school, I do a dance on the table because I'm overjoyed to have my days back to normal.

Today, I didn't really do that. I'm sort of sad to lose my househusband. He's been doing all the wifely duties (well, not all of them, I'm still the only one who can do certain things of that nature), and that has given me a lot of time to run, and work, and read, and just hang out. See, I'm sad.

He did have to do something that he dreads though. He had to shave off his goatee. Well, it's not really a goatee, because I think a true goatee involves connecting chin hair to lip hair, and he cannot for the life of him grow lip hair. So maybe that makes it just a goat. Or maybe just a Tee. Anyway, he told me he was jealous of me. Not because I get to stay home and chill with the kids, but because I get to keep my mustache.

Jerk.

I think he's just jealous.

And for the record, I work dang hard at keeping this puppy at bay. We're talking Nair, hot wax, plucking and lots and lots of praying. It's not my fault that he had to sign the honor code and I didn't. Maybe I'll let it grow out just to spite him.

Interpretation Please

Last night I had a dream. I have a history of having vivid, strange dreams, but ever since I've switched medications they have gotten more vivid. And strange.

I mean, aside from the usual dreams of teeth falling out, drowning in a puddle of door knobs, or even the occasional "happy" dream, things have gotten much, much worse. Or better, I guess it depends on your perspective.

But last nights dream is especially disturbing to me. I don't know why. It was simple, non-threatening, and short. Well, relatively short, as in does anyone really know how long their dreams last?

So do you want to hear it? I thought you might.

I was lying down somewhere. Where isn't important. I had covers pulled up to my neck, and I stared straight up to the ceiling. My sister Jill approached me with giant tweezers. She had this evil grin on her face. No, more evil than normal. Yeah, right. She held my arms down with her hands, and in her other hands (?) she took the tweezers, aimed them straight at my neck, and proceeded to pluck out a giant stem of a chin hair. It was about 3" in diameter, and had a blossom of white on the end. My first reaction was "Why didn't someone tell me I had been growing this huge hair on my chin?". She proceeded to explain that it hadn't been there long, and her other friends had missed seeing theirs grow so quickly and had subsequently been strangled within minutes.

So I guess she saved my life. How do I thank a sister that is 2000 miles away for saving my life in my dream? Does Hallmark even make a card for something like that?

And I Don't Even Smell Like Curry

This weekend I realized I'm not as low maintenance as I hoped. And of course, it all hits at once. Suddenly I needed a pedicure, my brows waxed and a good deep conditioner. The pedicure and deep conditioner will have to wait due to time constraints, but I was able to get the brows done.

I branched out, partly out of curiosity, mostly out of desperation. And I'm thrilled with the results. See what you think for yourself.