I can't get my act together enough to put these photos in order, so I think my entire post is going to be about something other than a trip to the downtown barber, maybe. This will be like one of those puzzles in which you have to order the pictures in the sequence in which they occurred and reading my ramblings about other stuff. Okay? Have fun. Or not.
We spent the weekend in Wichita watching basketball games. Wichita, you are a weird city. I don't need to visit you again for a long time. However, I did enjoy all the highway retaining wall art, that's kinda cool, but just how much did that cost your city? Huh? Here is where the artist in me celebrates and the conservative whinces in pain. Oh, the inner conflict.
There are two people in my pottery class with dreadlocks. I never understood dreadlocks. One of my roommates in college tried to get dreads for awhile. I desperately wanted to give her head a good scrub and brush. She finally got sick of it and went back to having normal, clean, brushed hair.
My husband is a gigantic goof ball. He's also very cute. He took me to an awesome place for dinner on Valentine's Day. The menu offered locally grown produce and meat. I ate pork chops, which is a weird thing for me to order, but I was so happy when I was cramming it in my pie hole. I also enjoyed the copper light sconces in the restaurant that were made by my former jewelry professor.
Daddy long legs. Long tall Texan. Long, lean, walkin' machine.There is nothing like having your hair cut by a tattooed barber from Brooklyn. He may sound rough and tough. His tattoos may alarm you, but he's pretty dang nice.
Especially, when he gives you a sucker for being, "a good kiddo". Whoops, I forgot I was supposed to be talking about other things. Like, Preacher, he's getting his nuts cut out today. Poor thing. It must be bothering me, because last night I had a dream that we owned three dogs and they all had some serious psychological issues.
I'm sorry, but I have the cutest three year old in the world. I know some of you think you have the cutest three year old, but you don't, he lives with me. Now, I didn't say he was the best behaved....just the cutest, which is why I let him continue to live with me, I like putting cute things in my house.
Evolution of the Jayhawk. Very important to know in case you ever get in a debate about creation vs evolution.
He once looked like a real bird without shoes. But eventually, he needed large yellow-taloned shoes.
The End. Thank God.