There are some things that parents just know...things that I apparently must still learn. For example, I am certain most parents are aware that weed whackers, even plastic children's weed whackers, should not be applied to the head. Yes, I agree that this should be fairly obvious...but hey...we can't all be sensible AND brilliant

Anyway, so I was babysitting my nephew last night. Clearly I will never be asked back. Actually they will probably invite me again because I am sure they haven't had that good a laugh in a long time. They get childcare AND good entertainment for free...what more could they ask for?? My nephew has a new toy that looks and sounds like a real weed whacker but is of course made of plastic and the blade is very soft. But it still makes lots of cool yard tool noises and the blade spins rapidly. I was playing around with it, my nephew laughing like crazy when I chased him around with it, getting his tummy. Then I got the bright idea to make him laugh by "getting myself" with it. This worked well and we were having a great old time until a large chunk of my hair became tangled in the "blade" of the toy. My nephew was pissed that auntie wouldn't give it back to him until he realized that auntie now had a large weed whacker hanging from her head. I tried desperately to untangle myself before they returned home and Cody even went and got a comb to try and help. By the time they arrived I had literally been trying to rip my hair right out as there was absolutely no way it was coming off.  You should have seen the look on my brother and sister in law's faces when they walked up the stairs and saw 3 feet of plastic weed whacker attached to my hair and the small part that I had managed to get out hopelessly tangled, leaving half of my head looking like I had...um just combed my hair with a weed whacker. Anyway, after trying futilely to untangle my hair, we finally decided to just get it over with and my brother cut me free. Oddly, it is hardly noticeable, although I even had to cut several smaller chunks that I had managed to free but were just too tangled beyond repair.

Anyway, over all it was far more funny than traumatic and I was still laughing to myself the whole drive home as I played with what remained of the hair on my right side. In fact, I am laughing again as I realize just how stupid you have to be to get a weed whacker stuck to your head. I wish we had taken pictures...I would have loved to share my utter humiliation with the world.

Hope everyone is enjoying the week. I am working again on the same project that I quit working on before. Things are going well now and I have sorted out a lot of the things I was uncomfortable with. Plus I am getting paid amazingly well so I don't really care. I've already made more in the past day and a half than I made in the entire 2 weeks I sat by the photocopy machine. Now we'll just see if the company actually comes through and pays me for this work!!! Take care everyone and please cross fingers, pray, do whatever you possibly can for my husband. Don't want to jinx him but we are desperately hoping for some good job news here in the next couple weeks. One of the most important opportunities of his life so