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Sunday Morning Haircut

We slept in a little bit this morning because instead of going to Grace for church, we’re heading up to Chase Oaks because my high school youth pastor from Iowa (Greg) is now the arts pastor there, and he’s doing a painting during the worship service.  I think it will be super awesome and I can’t wait to see it.

Greg has also been awesome for Joey over the last year, meeting him for lunch, helping him figure out youth ministry stuff, and giving him ideas about…lots of things.

So anyway, we were sleeping in.  Because we don’t have to be at Chase Oaks until 11:00.

Henry woke us up at 8:30 and so immediately Joey rolled over and asked me if I’d like to cut his hair.

Uh, not really, no.

But I’ve literally been putting it off for about, oh, two weeks.  He’s starting to look like a shaggaly monster.  So I agreed and that is why, at 8:44, I am sitting here typing away telling you, Internet, that I’m about to give a Sunday morning haircut.

Sometimes life is kind of weird if you ask me.

It’s the only kind of ironing I don’t totally hate

About a year ago I announced to Joey that I was ready for a new flat iron, because the one I had was just not cutting it anymore.

“What’s a flat iron,” he asked.

Sigh.

After I explained it to him (it’s that thing that straightens hair, in case you were wondering also) he wasn’t sure it was really that important.

And I was all, BUT MY HAIR LOOKS WEIRD.

Suffice it to say, nothing ever happened and I forgot about wishing for a new flat iron; well, I sort of forgot.

Then, last week, it started pulling my hair.  On top of not heating up well and all the other stuff I don’t like about it.  I mean, I got it in 2001 for $20, so I’d say it has served me well.  But it’s GERIATRIC.  And it wasn’t even good quality when I bought it, because I was in college when I suddenly realized that I was doing my hair all wrong and – HELLO! – everyone was using flat irons and I was still using a curling iron!!!

And then I made a speedy trip to Wal-Mart.

Over the weekend, I got tired of my hair getting pulled by the flat iron.  ”I HATE THIS THING,” I yelled to Joey.

I had to re-explain what a flat iron was, because it had been a year since we had this conversation, but once we were all on the same page, he acknowledged that we had decided I could replace my flat iron. In January.  Of 2009.

Somehow I had forgotten, which is kind of amazing to me.  Because I’m usually all over this type of thing.  So I got on Folica.com and started researching flat irons.  To make matters more complex, I wanted to get a dual-voltage one (because you just never know) and I wanted digital temperature control.

I KNOW, I KNOW, so high maintenance.

But I finally found it, and it was on sale.  And then I found a promotional code and got 10% off.  LOOK AT IT IN ALL ITS DIGITAL, LASER, TOURMALINE GLORY!

So now I’m just waiting for it to come home to me.  I am hoping it solves pretty much all my hair problems.  I’m pretty sure it will.