My brother Ben has many interesting hair products, and although I believe the back of this particular product claims it is for dreadlocks (which he does not, to my knowledge, technically have), I really cannot be surprised at him and his hair at this point. He is, after all, the kid who claimed a few years back that his hair turned an aggressive shade of orange because of, and I quote here, "the sun." (His hair is, fortunately for him, insanely good now.)
Anyway...
I studied the container for a bit, put it down, and went down the hall to get ready to leave. Shortly thereafter, I heard my mom go, "Ben, what is this stuff in the yellow jar for?"
I had a few options here: I could've walked back and told her it was hair product; I could've waited for Ben to answer her. But no; there are few opportunities such as these, and despite hating myself just a little bit after I said it, I took the sitcom route:
"Mom," I said, "That is none of your beeswax!"
I know. I know. But don't you see? I had to! Really, how could I not?
*hangs head in shame*
Monday, December 4, 2006
On Second Thought, They'd Probably Use This On One Of The "Fat Shlub/Hot Wife" Shows...
Did you ever have one of those "sitcom" moments? That is to say, did you ever find yourself in a situation and think, "Okay, if this scene was being pitched in the writers' room at [insert sitcom here], they would reject it, on the basis of it being too sitcom-ish?"
Yesterday, we were in the process of droppping off our son by my parents' house, and were headed out for dinner. (Thanks again, guys!) As I passed by my teenage brother's bathroom, I noticed a container of this:
My brother Ben has many interesting hair products, and although I believe the back of this particular product claims it is for dreadlocks (which he does not, to my knowledge, technically have), I really cannot be surprised at him and his hair at this point. He is, after all, the kid who claimed a few years back that his hair turned an aggressive shade of orange because of, and I quote here, "the sun." (His hair is, fortunately for him, insanely good now.)
Anyway...
I studied the container for a bit, put it down, and went down the hall to get ready to leave. Shortly thereafter, I heard my mom go, "Ben, what is this stuff in the yellow jar for?"
I had a few options here: I could've walked back and told her it was hair product; I could've waited for Ben to answer her. But no; there are few opportunities such as these, and despite hating myself just a little bit after I said it, I took the sitcom route:
"Mom," I said, "That is none of your beeswax!"
I know. I know. But don't you see? I had to! Really, how could I not?
*hangs head in shame*
My brother Ben has many interesting hair products, and although I believe the back of this particular product claims it is for dreadlocks (which he does not, to my knowledge, technically have), I really cannot be surprised at him and his hair at this point. He is, after all, the kid who claimed a few years back that his hair turned an aggressive shade of orange because of, and I quote here, "the sun." (His hair is, fortunately for him, insanely good now.)
Anyway...
I studied the container for a bit, put it down, and went down the hall to get ready to leave. Shortly thereafter, I heard my mom go, "Ben, what is this stuff in the yellow jar for?"
I had a few options here: I could've walked back and told her it was hair product; I could've waited for Ben to answer her. But no; there are few opportunities such as these, and despite hating myself just a little bit after I said it, I took the sitcom route:
"Mom," I said, "That is none of your beeswax!"
I know. I know. But don't you see? I had to! Really, how could I not?
*hangs head in shame*
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7 comments:
Booooooooooooooooooo....Boooooooooooooooo! That joke makes me break out in....hives? ("hives" said with raised eyebrow)
Snicker. I'd not have been able to resist that, either.
Methinks this post will certainly create a lot of ... BUZZ ... about Metalia's blog.
People have been put in jail for less, you know.
Tell me about it Special K...I mean, tell it to my parole officer actually!
Funny post. By the way, I thought this was supposed to be a Metallica blog.
I laughed my head off and it is now rolling under the table. Guess I won't be able to babysit tonight. I always told you that you could write! You are the funniest daughter I have ( of course not to mention my only one). Keep it up sister (or daughter)you are the best comedic writer around...next stop Oprah. By the way, could you get me that makeover from her when you are on the show.
Just an aside, J is the best son-in-law a mother-in-law can have (of course he is my only one).
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