I am the very proud father of two beautiful teenage daughters. That said, I do NOT want to know about their cycles, choice of music (which I think sucks of course), boyfriend troubles…ad nauseum…
Of course, my wife, the lovely Mrs X, decides that, last week, I get to drive daughter #2 to the drug store to buy panty hose. Then asks do I know what kind.
TMI! TMI! TMI! It’s as bad as when she made me go buy feminine hygiene products for the girls…and insisted I get the right ones.
Tonight, since I had told daughter #2 previously that she could dye her hair as long as it wasn’t some weird color like blue or green, Mrs X took her to the store and bought some jet black hair dye.
The two of them then proceeded into the depths of the bathroom to dye her hair.
They finish. It looks good to me, but, then again, I’m a guy.
Daughter #2 go’s to play in a school concert and calls from the band room to say that her and her friends have discovered that the dye did NOT cover all of her hair. So, she now had black hair with blonde streaks.
My reaction? I told the wife…fine, when you pick her up take her back to the store and get another dye kit and redo it.
Mrs X looks at me and says, "You’re picking her up…you take her to the store.
Off Xploder goes to pick up the lovely daughter #2 and then proceeds to the store. We finally find the same exact shade, pay and then leave.
We get home, Mrs X and daughter #2 go back into the bathroom to redo the dye job.
Not TWO minutes later, I hear the wife call “Bill? Can you come here for a minute?”
I proceed there and patiently wait out in the hallway until Mrs X tells me to come on in as daughter #2 is dressed.
I go in. Mrs X looks me STRAIGHT in the eye and says…
Are we doing this right?
I, of course, am completely befuddled. I look back at my lovely wife and say the following…
“What??? You’re asking ME if YOU’RE doing this right??? Are there directions?? What?? Look, dammit, I’m a guy! I’ve never dyed my hair in my freaking LIFE! Why are you asking ME this??”
She then looks at me and says…
“I wanted you to look and make sure we were getting all the un-dyed spots dyed.”
I, of course, then turned around and went back to what I was doing.
Sheesh…and women think that men are weird because we like to take all day to change the oil because we’re drinking beer at the same time.
Okay. My semi-rant is now concluded. You may now return to your regularly scheduled surfing.