I got my hair chopped yesterday. I like doing that to 1. piss off my hubby (he loves long hair) and 2. give myself a brand new look. I wasn’t sure about it yesterday, but I like it now - it’s grown on me (heh heh) in the last 24 hours.

Which leads me to the “piss off my husband” comment. I’ve never been one to ascribe to the whole “husband = master” idea that some women have. I guess that makes me a crappy wife? I dunno. I do things to make me happy because 9 times out of 10 I’m usually doing things to make the husband, the child or even the dog happy. So, if something as simple as chopping my hair will piss off the husband - yet make me very happy? Then guess what, it’s being chopped. I haven’t cooked a decent meal in a few days (well, strike that since I made pasta yesterday and a nice taco bake tonight). We do eat horribly late. The boxes from our move are hardly unpacked - in fact, today I slept late, went shopping (hubby, baby & friends came with - my friend is a bad shopping influence!), played Sims2, and didn’t touch a box. He’s asking for “booty” tonight also - in fact, he wants a show … but, I’m in no mood for corsets tonight. A quicky perhaps (not likely), but nothing more. He comes home from deployment wanting to “get back into the groove” of being a dad, but certainly wants to GROOVE in the bedroom. Me? I need to get used to someone always in my face, making a mess and asking for booty again. He was gone the better part of the past year. August ‘06 to April ‘07, then July 6th until November 16th. I missed him, but I was used to having my life to me …

Yeah, I get it - I am teh suck. I think that’s the word of the day.