A Day in the Dad

Today was my quarterly cut, covering of the grays, waxing off of the Freda Kahlo, and generally begging of my long-suffering stylist to make me look younger.  Unfortunately, they have not perfected the waxing off of the Chin Gobbler or Coloring of the Eye Bags yet, so I walked out looking better groomed, but still 41.

Dang.


We are showing the house at 5 p.m., and I just realized that due to some bad planning, I am now going to show the house with my pink Hitler mustache from the waxing.  Neat.  Much better than the showing last night, when I was feeling a little gassy.  It is 4:32, so I'm in my freakout mode and I'm realizing I didn't blog today, so I'm posting an awesome video.  This is a clip a friend sent to me, because she thought CH would appreciate it.  I will tell you that the first guy?  With the "gas station glasses"?  I might have thought he actually IS CH for a moment.  Hilarious.  See you Friday!