Tuesday, June 28, 2011

O Dark Thirty

I woke up sometime in the middle of the night, stumbled into the bathroom to get a drink, noticed my hair in the mirror:

It was so good that I lay back down very carefully, so that it would continue to be huge and insane in the morning.   I was giggling evilly as I fell back asleep.  The larger hooligan came downstairs as I was getting my first cup of coffee:

"Whoa, mom, have you seen your hair?  Maybe you should brush it."

This from a child who must be bribed to bathe.   There is hope for the future.  Plus I will threaten to leave it like this and walk him into the tennis center if he does not clean up his room before camp.  Ha.


  1. I've been trying to use my bed head for good when all this time I could have been using it for evil! Great post!

  2. Not to mention the crooked picture hanging on the wall in the background! Looks like all hell has broken loose at your place. Glad to see you looking relatively respectable this afternoon in your new environs. I look forward to witnessing some hooligan shenanigans firsthand.