
We arrive home from Palm Springs, and within minutes I hear the hair clippers. Then this emerges: Brian: Silent and straightfaced. Me: "Your mohawk is crooked." Brian turns around and goes back in the bathroom where I hear the clippers go on again. Brian: "Fine, but I'm keeping the mustache!" Me: "Quick, grab me some peroxide and hairspray!" Brian: "Why?" Me: "I need to make sure I am a good Loni Anderson to your Burt Reynolds." Brian turns around again and the … [Read more...]













