NEWS FROM GABE, and age released hair.

I got to talk with Gabe last night... woo hoo! The news was all good.  YES!  I wish I could elaborate for those who have been so supportive of Gabe and his buddies in Iraq, but this is all I can say for now.

I guess Dickidoo over slept again because all I heard from him this morning was a 'swoosh' as he tore out of the room, the slam of the front door and the rev of the Hemi as he drove down the street.  As for me... heck, I just rolled over and went back to sleep.  No doubt he'll come home and ask me if I heard the alarm go off.  (No), and then he'll accuse me of turning it off (I've actually caught him turning the alarm off just minutes before it was set to ring, and then he'll promptly go right back to sleep) followed by his declaration that he needs a new, louder alarm clock (There is absolutely nothing wrong with our alarm clock!  I'm going to get him a set of headphones for the alarm clock so he can crank it up as loud as he needs it but I won't have to hear it!).

It was the smell of coffee that woke me up.  (Thank you Art!)  Dickidoo doesn't think the kids should drink coffee, but I don't mind, especially if it means that there is a fresh pot on the Bunn-Omatic Brew-Omatic when I get up.

I've noticed lately that I've been scratching at the inside of my ears lately.  I'd haul out the Q-Tips and  gently wiped the outside of my ear, careful not to insert the swab into the ear canal as per the warning on the box (hahaha, yeah, right!).  But this morning I started to examine the irritation.  Could it be bugs?  No, because the tickle was always in the same place.  So what was it?  Thats when a thought dawned on me... a thought so dark that I can't even type it without shuddering....

I think I have....

Ear Hair!

Not those fine little hairs that keeps junk from getting into your ear drum, everyone has that stuff... No, I'm talking about those bushes of errant hairs that stick straight out of old men's ears, accounting for a good percent of their hearing loss.

And it doesn't stop there.  My eyebrows are getting way out of control as well.  I always seem to have one or two hairs that just seem to grow straight out of my brow.  And they aren't short ones either.  No, these guys are fricken LONG!   I have a theory about these growth enhanced, time released follicles. I think my pre-menopausal eye brow hairs mate with my hormonal nose hairs, and then multiply at a barely controllable rate.  I used to be able to maintain my errant hair once monthly but now its become a daily routine.  I fear that if I were to indulge in the luxury of sleeping in I may wake up looking like Chewbaca.  That in itself is enough to inspire me to get up on time.  But for those days when I'm in too much of a rush to do my morning mowing, Dickidoo has a little comb that came with his mustache trimmer.   A little hair gel, a little comb-over and tuck-under and I'm set for success!  I may look like I have a family of chinchillas living in my ears, nose and eyes, but hey, they're well groomed chinchillas!