Damn. Well, my offer of solidarity in this siutation is to sheepishly admit that I got a quarter sized glob of hot glue in my hair the other night. Tell Bob I feel his pain.
I spent 16 years in the television business. I worked, by turns, as a writer, director, producer, casting associate, and the gal who gets everybody’s Starbucks order. Later, I spent time as a counselor at an outpatient program for adorable teens with un-adorable psych and addiction issues. Working in the orbit of actors, rock stars, comedians, and teenagers prepared me for my current gig as the stay-at-home mother of a kindergartner named Bob. Now, it’s like the circus has come to town everyday. I am living the dream.
And as you're taking this picture you're probably thinking, "I am sooooo ticked! But dang, this is a good blog post!"
ReplyDeleteMan! That just sucks.
ReplyDeleteI had a similar incident once with gum. Only difference is that I passed out drunk and I was, like, 17.
ReplyDeleteBob should be happy his hair's a little long! He can get away with a trim and not a shave! LOL!
Damn. Well, my offer of solidarity in this siutation is to sheepishly admit that I got a quarter sized glob of hot glue in my hair the other night. Tell Bob I feel his pain.
ReplyDeleteHOW DID YOU FIND IT? DID BOB CRY WHEN YOU CUT HIS HAIR?
ReplyDelete