I deserve I medal! (just quietly) Not only has my handsome husband been ravaged by this feral bogan haircut - I had to do it to him as a hairdresser proved a bit hard to come by! Not enough for a medal you say? - how about the fact that I had to do it with no idea how to, with dodgy clippers bought for $10 at The Warehouse 2 years ago and our regular household scissors. Still not enough for a medal? Well just wait for it then - I thought we were over the worst of it but oh no that was just me lulling myself into a false sense of security...........the top two photos on this post are how I sent him off to work this morning. The second two photos on this post are the ones taken after he came home announcing "I've had complaints from the kids that my mullet is not mullet-y enough," after which he proceeded to shear off more of his hair into the bathroom sink with aforementioned $10 warehouse clippers and return to work. Now do I get a medal?! (note to self: it's all for the kids, it's all for the kids, it's all for the kids...................)
Ummm.................yeah.....................
Move over Billy Ray Cyrus..................
I think the cheeky grin is a bit much - couldn't he at least pretend to sympathise with my pain at this situation - I am growing his offspring in my abdominal cavity after all!
Seriously - there are no words. Pregnant women shouldn't drink scotch straight out of the bottle you say? Watch me!! (just kidding) Roll on Sunday afternoon - anyone know a hairdresser?
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this is a bit scary to say, but it doesn't look to bad :0)...!Relle
I would like to leave a supportive and intelligent comment but I'm afraid I'm too busy CACKING MYSELF STUPID!!! :p :p :p
Today I looked over in Church and caught a glimpse of Steve. Unable to control myself giggling, Damien wondered what I was laughing at, at which point I pointed over towards Steve and then the chuckles came over him as well.
HOT, HOT, HOT! Keep it on Steve
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