so i got my hair cut the other day. just trimmed, but i couldn't decide what to do
about my bangs. i like them, but they are getting too long and not really very
flattering for my face at this length. while i was pondering what to do, i played
with this beautiful puppy. i call all dogs puppies, so get over it :) this is Berkley.
he is about 1 and a half, so i think he is still a puppy. even though he weighs more than me.
i get so excited every time that i get my hair done because i get to play with him.
i started taking some pictures of him and he posed like a champ.
but then he started barking at me and freaked the crap out of me
just as i was taking a picture. this is what turned out.
then he forgave me and decided to pose again. i am in love with him.
i decided against cutting the bangs shorter. i don't know what to do.
sean told me to grow them out, so my hairdresser/friend natalie
is teaching me to train my bangs so they will stay to the side.
sigh, i really am not sure what to do about them.
p.s. i am still recovering from my cold sore. sean won't even touch me
with a 10 foot pole. hahahaha. just kidding. sorta.
tonight at happy sumo everyone was getting all confused about whose drinks
were whose. we all laughed because we were confused, and one of the guys said,
"well, none of us have herpes right? so i think we are okay."
haha, like 4 people looked at me and i was like,
"well, i do, but it's not contagious, right?"
haha. suckers. i'm gonna pass this disease on.
if i have to suffer i think everyone should. i know, i am so nice. :)
so i got some new sorell boots for christmas. they are awesome.
well apparently sean loves them too. remember how we have the same size feet?
well the other day we were taking pictures of his body because he is starting up
at the gym and wants to do a before and after shot showing how sexy and hot he became.
i already think he is, but i just am going to go along with it.
i got him the gym pass and suffered severe emotional trauma from it,
so the least he could do is use it, right?
well after we took the pictures, and he was about to hop in the shower,
i look over and he is jumping around in my boots, doing a jig.
i got some pictures of him in the act, but he wouldn't let me post them.
so this is all you get. but trust me, it was hilarious.
the other night i was in the bathroom and he had to go pee so he threw
on my boots and ran outside.
he. peed. in. my. boots.
gross, or awesome? i think it is pretty awesome.
it takes a real man to wear his wife's same size foot boots.
then to go outside in the 10 degree cold and pee? yeah, pretty awesome.
why do boys have it so easy? one time i was stuck in the mountains
with a guy in his jeep. we were "diggin" or "muddin" or whatever boys call it.
pretty much just driving the jeep through tons of mud and snow
and hills and trying to almost die but not quite.
well i had to pee really bad. and there was 5 feet of snow.
the guy just told me to go in front of the car and he would look the other way.
well as i pulled my pants down and awkwardly
tried to pee without getting it all over myself,
by the way, why do guys have it so easy?!? they just say "oh just go by the tree."
k, it is not that easy. it is a process and must take some sort of skill
because i have never managed to be successful doing this. there i said it.
well as i was peeing in front of the headlights, and was
assured that no one would see me because we were on a one way trail,
another jeep comes pulling up over the hill in the opposite direction.
i had no warning. oops. they saw all my lady parts.
maybe this is why guys like to go "diggin" and "muddin"
guess it makes sense. actually no. no it doesn't.
anyway, one of my favorite things to do is catch sean
doing things that he normally wouldn't want me to see.
like the dancing around in my boots in his undies?
or wearing my shoes to go turn off the hose that he forgot about.
or cooking with a rag on his shoulder like he is a gourmet chef.
or refolding his clothes that i folded.
well that same night, after he showered,
i caught him combing my hair, in his
beloved lounge pants, with my round brush.
he didn't know i could see.
also, the other night when we got home,
"chloe? do you care if i get into my lounge pants right now?
do i wear them too much?"
"ha. i wear mine from the second i get home from work til
the second i leave for work. i think you will be okay.
thanks for asking for my permission though!"