Well my weekend was not so pleasant. I do believe this is the first weekend in I don't know how long I stayed home both Friday and Saturday. Normally I go do some karaoke one night, or hell even both.
But Thursday I started coming down with laryngitis and some major sinus draining.
By the time Friday got here I could barley talk. Saturday the hubs kept telling me stop talking because it was getting on his nerves..
I was like SWEET...
I am still have trouble talking, but its slowly getting better..
Saturday I went to the school I will be attending for the tour and to register.
She showed me the kit you get the first day and holy crap. I had the equivalent of a wet dream when I saw it.
When I went the first time in 94 my kit consisted of a shitty pair of scirrors, some metallic rollers, some clips, a comb and one mannequin head.
This however, is the mother load...We walked by this show case I was thinking damn thats sweet.
Then she told me my kit comes with EVERYthing in the show case..
Here are just some things in it.
two pair of scissors, thinning shears, blow dryer, curling irons, flat irons, 5 mannequin heads, about 20 brushes 30 combs, dozens of perm robs all sizes, styling products..
I know...your getting hot now aren't u....I mean literally there are thousands of things..
I walked away from that show case like a crack addict walking outta of a crack house..I was sweaty, shaky, unstable balance, and had craving for carbs.
She said the kit was so huge it came in its own duffel bag.
OK, im drooling again, I need to stop talking about it...
Now back when I went to beauty school in 1994 it was roughly 3500..And my dear ole father paid it..
Guess how much it is now?..Go ahead..
Nope your not even close..
They better teach me how to spin gold.
Well the GQ did not happen this weekend..I swear if he doesn't start getting with the program, I'm gonna go nuts.
All I ask is that you dress sexier then u do now I'm not talking gold chains and chest hair.. Just don't look how u do now.
Is that too much to freaking ask?
I mean, after 13 years of marriage, throw be a fucking bone for Gods sake.
lets keep up with some maintenance...
We women are visual creatures..If your dressing all fuddy duddy-ish, we are not going to want to give you any loving after hours, because frankly, you look like our fathers.
And we don't want to pork our dads..
Here are a couple links to a few more songs I did..
They are both Don Henely songs...
and one Eagles song.
Im done here.