TGGGBOFIF!

I know.  You're thinging "What the ... ?"  That, my friends, stands for "Thank Goodness Gracious Great Balls Of Fire It's Friday"  No idea why, but that song was stuck in my head yesterday.  So I ran with it.  I'm going to warn you, today's going to be scatterbrained.  I can feel it.  I don't have much to talk about, EXCEPT I DO have a bang update.  The bangs are now a little more bangin' (sorry I just couldn't help it).  And you want to know why?  Because I WASHED MY HAIR.  The picture I took yesterday was after I hadn't washed my hair since (prepare to be shocked and maybe a little disgusted) two nights before (gasp!)  Used to, before I stopped taking BC (don't get too excited, I stopped because it was making me crazier than a mental patient that's had too much coffee and not enough meds and my poor mister was having to take the full force reprocussions of me turning into a scary, hormonal, medusa of a wife) my hair was not ... oily.  But now, if I run a brush through it, or lay down, or put on a hat, or look at it wrong in the mirror, it all the sudden looks like someone took a spray bottle full of motor oil, pointed it at my scalp and sprayed 152 times.  SO I'm going to let you in on a little secret to cure the motor oil syndrome, but after I show you how my banglets have turned into bangles!  And then fo reals, we're going to stop talking about my bangs.  Because it's starting to annoy ME.  And make me feel a little self-centered.  So I can only imagine what it's starting to do to all of you.

  (Hello orange face.  MUST. LAY. OFF. BRONZER.  I really can't stop.  It's a problem)

See?  See them peekin' out?  I think it's safe to say that it's at least DISTINGUISHABLE that I have some sort of bangage.  So until I get my hair highlighted again, I'll be happy with that.

Okay, on to the best thing ever.  Dry shampoo.  Yes, you heard me right.  And it's from none other than T&G (it's strange that I'm promoting them so much when they do, in fact, ROB ME BLIND!)

Life. Changing.  You just spray this stuff into your roots, wait a second and then brush it through.  Because sometimes (okay, let's face it all the time) you'd rather sleep an extra 45 minutes than wake up, shower, dry and straighten your hair.  This is also the reason that I have 2 billion head bands.  And hair clips.  And hats.  Easy ways to cover-up a bad hair day (Which, when people say that, it just means it's dirty.  Let's just face facts here)  If you're interested you can always go pick some up at T&G OR get it here.  Happy dirty hair days ladies!

Okay, onto more ramblings.  My mister is getting Lasik today.  I know it's weird I haven't mentioned it, but it's because I DIDN'T KNOW!  Ha.  This is so my husband.  He decides he wants to do something and he MAKES IT HAPPEN.  This is how this went, I get an email from him on Wednesday:

Mister:  I wanted to talk to you about something, I've been thinking about getting Lasik for awhile and wanted to know if you're okay with that?

My email back:  Of course, that sounds like a great idea!  Definately look into it!

(10 minutes later I get a phone call)

Mister:  Okay, I have a consultation tomorrow.

Me:  WOAH, that was quick (laughing).

(The next day after the consultation)

Mister:  They give a discount if you get it done within the same week of your consultation, so I'm getting it done tomorrow.

Me:  (Soft giggling at him) That's exciting sugar.

That's just how he is though, it's hilarious.  We'll talk and talk about something, he'll go look at it, or talk to a salesman or get a wild hair and have it purchased in less time than I have to look at the price tag.  Such a funny boy my little accountant is.  So if ya'll think about it, pray for this handsome boy ...

At about 4pm today.  Isn't this picture funny by the way?  We were at Matt's best friends and his wife's house for her or his birthday ... I can't remember, they're really close together ... and Matt was sitting on the counter (While me and his bf's wife were dancing in the kitchen to a good ole' mix of George Michael, Prince and Micheal Jackson.  Oh how I love all those men) and he jumped off and BROKE THEIR DISHWASHER HANDLE!  With his hiney!  And that is exhibit A in his hand.  I told him it was because he has such a rock solid tush.  HA!  Needless to say he had it ordered and delivered to their house within a week of breaking it.  Like I said.  Makes things happen.

So thanks for the prayers and I hope you lovelies have a GREAT weekend!  We will be doing a whole lot of nothing but putting eye drops in eyes and watching the BOYS beat the HECK outta The Vikings!  GO COWBOYS!!!