the other day i was at home. and i was bored. and since watching real housewives of orange county reruns on hulu wasn't cutting it and shitler was in the spare bedroom doing "work related things" (he assured me he wasn't watching porn) i thought i would dive in and try some random hair curling video i saw on the interwebz. i didn't think it would actually work (contrary to watching the video and seeing it really work) because i feel like every time you see something on the interwebz that's supposed to work it just doesn't. BUT THIS DID. and it involved wrapping chunks of my hair in tin foil and then heating said tin foils full of my hair with a hair straightener and then shitler was all "is that how you're going to go to dinner? like that? like you're going to a 1920s party?" and i was like "yes. is that a problem?"
and then he just kind of murmured under his breath because it looked a tad ridiculous right out the foils. and then i was all "YOU'RE IN LUCK! I HAVE TWO EXTRA TIN FOILS. i'll do your hair." and obviously he was thrilled and obviously it worked on his hair. and i got totally overly excited and attempted to take a picture and then shitler snapped and this ensued:
shitler: YOU CAN'T JUST TAKE PICTURES OF WHATEVER YOU WANT.
me: uh ya i can.
but i, nonetheless, retreated from the spare bedroom carefully and sat on the couch.
then he yelled some more.
shitler: I'M NOT SOME DOLL YOU CAN JUST DRESS UP HOWEVER YOU WANT.
**my internal dialog: wait. he isn't? i've made a horrible marriage mistake.**
knowing that it's best not to poke the beast that is shitler when he's all riled up i just stewed in my own silence and continued to watch the saga that is "did gretchen rossi get offered a part on malibu country or is she just just lying?" and then a few minutes later i heard, dejectedly might i add, "you can come take your picture." and then i cackled with glee. but didn't bother to take the picture because at that point my laziness had taken over.