September 26, 2008
Three weeks ago my wife came and asked me if it would be cool to spend $600.00. I normally wouldn't even ask for what and just give it. This time I chose to ask. The response was that she wanted to get hair extensions. I'm all for her feeling great about herself and looking good, but felt like busting some chops. I said HELL NO!!!
For the next week it was like world war three in the house. She would blow up at the slightest things. I knew it couldn't be her period, that was the week before. The following week, she came to me and asked if she could have $600.00. I knew what it was for, but I still felt like busting some chops. I asked what for, and said HELL NO!!! This time the shit really hit tLhe fan. Being the ass that I am, this had become more of a game for me. It wasn't about the money, but more about the reaction I was getting from her. Mid week, after non stop nagging I gave in.
The next day I came home from work around eight to find her with hair down to her ass. The first thing that she said was "it's getting cut tomorrow". I said I liked it, and left it at that. The next day it was cut and to my surprise, my beautiful wife looked like Joe Dirt. She had a blond mullet!!! It looked horrible. I didn't know what to say, or how to say it without hurting her feelings. So I did the only thing that any married man should do. I told her it looked nice and went to bed. I know that I will burn in hell for this, but I also know that it was the only way I would get some sleep without a crying wife.
The next day realizing she looked like an idiot, and I assume her sister said something as well. We wound up paying for a second hair cut that week. She came home and looked stunning. For the first time with all this hair stuff I felt like it was worth spending the money. She felt great, I felt great. I thought that this is where the story would end. Unfortunately it does not.
A week goes by which brings us to today. I wake up this morning and find my wife getting ready. Her job is as a home maker. Yes the job is hard work and I love her to death for dedicating her life to our kids. Unfortunately this does not require her to get dressed at seven in the morning. I say good morning, and then ask where she is going. She proceeds to tell me she is going to the salon to fix her hair. Not looking to start the day off on the wrong foot, I bit my lip and got ready for work. When I returned from work, My beautiful wife looked different. I wasn't sure what she had done with her hair. We sat and had dinner. I was still confused, until I ran my hands through her hair and realized that she had the extensions taken out. What the F@#%!!! I lost my mind. I was not sure what to say or do. So looking to have some nice sleep, I went to bed without all the drama.
I JUST DON'T GET IT????