Crazy Little Thing Called Love: March 2012

Monday, March 26, 2012

Men Wax

Yesterday morning the Hubs leaves for his haircut. No big deal, he goes to one of the "quick, no appointment" joints that I will never set foot in.

(Not Great Clips, I have begged and pleaded for him to NEVER go there again. His hairline quickly vanishes and they leave crazy amounts of neck hair. Not cool, Great Clips, not cool.)

So he is now going to what I call "a step above Great Clips". Still a quick, cheap haircut.

So I'm at home, outside with Ella and Jack and I get this text.

First, I LOVE that she offered to clean up the brows. I've done that for him once and while I may have gone a little overboard, they look much better with a good ole trim.

Second, I couldn't wait to see the newly waxed brows of my man. I was dying with anticipation. I may have had this image in my head for a minute of two though...

source

Third, it was only $10. If my brow wax was $10 I'd be jumping for joy.

Finally, I love that he knows the pain we girls go through all in the name of beauty.

He went to Home Depot after the haircut and it seemed like HOURS to me. I called and begged for a photo. I mean, I had already sent a copy of that text to his Mom, Sister and two Brother's and their respect girlfriends, I needed a photo! They needed a photo.

He flat out refused to hand over such thing. "I knew you would be sending it to everyone so no."

Dang.

He knows me all too well.

His turned out great by the way. They are still quite "manly" but minus the crazy randoms. I've already told him if he won't get the strays waxed in the future, then I will pluck them for him because I loved the result that much. We don't want this...

Babe - if you get to this point when we are older, I will have them come to our Assisted Living condo on the beach and wax you.

source

Happy wife = happy life!

Thursday, March 22, 2012

The Proposal - not mine.

A couple of week's ago I was helping plan my brother in law's surprise party.

Only, he was in on it. Yes, you read that right. He knew about it.

His girlfriend on the other hand did not know he was in cahoots with me.

You see, he had been planning on popping the big question to his girlfriend since last summer. He just needed the perfect proposal. He wanted something that they could share with their friends and family.

Sometime in early December he approached my Husband (his brother) about throwing a fake surprise 30th Birthday for him and he would do it there. It would surely be a time when she did not expect it. He just needed some help from me.

After Christmas, I planted the seed in his future bride's mind. "How much fun would it be to throw a surprise 30th?!" I asked her.

She took the bait hook, line and sinker. She actually ran with it. Months of planning, messaging and excitement over this birthday party.

The party was a success! They came in, everyone yelled "SURPRISE!" He had the best poker face.

Then 10 minutes later he took the mic. It was supposedly a "thank you for coming speech". She had no idea.

She just sat listening to his speech, ready to take the mic away. Ha, ha!

Then he called her up front to thank her for throwing this great party.

And popped the question!

She said yes.

Then of course, I had to make a shirt for Jack to wear at the party.

It say's "My Uncle Chad put a ring on it."

Now don't worry... The baby did not stay at the bar for very long. Just for the "surprise" then some photos.

It was one of the cutest proposals I've ever seen! I cannot wait for the wedding plans, parties AND another great Sister in Law! Woo hooo!

Monday, March 19, 2012

SPD '12 - We are Young

Saturday was "SPD '12" according to the back of our t-shirts. I designed our t-shirts this year and I'll have to admit...they were pretty sweet if I do say so myself. They did cause some confusion amongst the impaired that night. There were many debating what they meant.

Not too difficult...

We spent the day at the in-laws hanging outside enjoying this beautiful summer like weather MN is currently hosting. It was nearly 80 degrees out. In March. In Minnesota. Unreal.

Jack had some March Madness and decided to learn to dunk at the tender age of 20 months. The boy has some skills.

We did venture out the the "Adult Party" later that night for about an hour. They had the streets closed off for SPD. There's just something about overflowing Biffy's that makes me run home screaming. Disgusting.

My future sister in law was hit on by the Triple D (dancing drunk dude), she had the best denial line of the night. It went something like this:

Triple D - "Hey beautiful, would you like to dance?" with a nice blurred vision twitch.

Future SIL - "I'm sorry, I've had diarrhea all day. I don't want to get you sick!"

An hour was long enough to hang out. Plus, the street vendor food truck man was out of Cheese Curds. Plus, we had to take home an intoxicated friend before he was sent to detox. Oh to be the responsible ones at the party.

I almost made it the entire night without an injury.

Almost.

You know that horrible feeling you get when your going down stairs and you miss a step? You know, mid air and you think to yourself "shoot, I think there's one more step...OUCH".

Yeah, that was me Saturday right before bed.

My poor little/fat/swollen toe.