Me: Where’s your tiny little hair trimmer thingy?
Rocco: In the medicine cabinet. On the right.
Me: I’m going stick it in my nose, does that gross you out?
Rocco: Nope. It’s been in my ass. Does that gross you out?
I have no idea why Rocco’s been sticking ear and nose hair trimmers in his ass, but I decided to respect his privacy and not inquire further.
Regardless, I and my freshly trimmed nose hair are on the road again. I’ll try and post while I’m traveling, but this gal is dragging. Seriously, last night the combination of my short temper and frazzled brain resulted in me saying to Matt, “I’m going to kill you in the face.” Because obviously anything you could possibly do to someone is extra mean if you do it to their face. That’s why we slap and punch people in the face, right?
And now I just want to do all kinds of things to people’s faces (that’s what she said). I can’t stop adding it to the end of every sentence. “I’ll give you a call tomorrow in the face” or “Can you pick up some milk in the face?” You know what’s going to happen, right? Tomorrow morning as people start arriving for my event I’m going to be all, “Hi, I’m Elly! Thanks for coming today! Can I have your last name so I can register you in the face?”
So yeah, the brain is firing on all cylinders…in the face. If I’m lucky, I’ll be able to talk my brothers into guest posting.
In other news, I got my hair cut again so I could be a part of this new music video (thanks, Jess!):