The song was Susie's suggestion

You know some people write the coolest stories in their blogs. Some just do pictures. Almost all feature stories about the big events and things that have happened in their lives. Not us. We've done all sorts of crazy awesome stuff in the last 5 weeks and not a bit of it has made it up here. For instance, hanging with the Posse and their kids up in Oklahoma City, or visiting Aunt Stormy in San Antonio. We spent one weekend seeing the Osgards when Josh graduated from Basic Training at Lackland AFB, Gene and Connie came all the way from Idaho to spend the week with us and today Adam flew in an airshow here at Dyess.

Nope, those things are what people expect us to write about. Instead we tell stories about our kids swearing, chopping off arms and weird dreams about pregnant-man-eating-wife-sharks.

Today ours is a story about going to the barbershop. And it is a sad story.

My wife calls me up the other day and says, "Adam I think it's time." "Fine I replied but just have them trim it up and make them not look so shaggy. I love my boys long luscious beautiful wonderful hair. It's like liquid gold."

Guess what happens next.

I come home and as I walk into the living room I catch only a glimpse, though that was more than I wanted to see, of my boys running through the kitchen in High and Tight hack-jobs. I can't stand to look at it so I turn almost immediately and head to the back room without so much as a 'hello, I'm home from work.' I leave so I can change my clothes, hold all my emotions in and just hope I don't burst like a latex ballon overfilled with white flour and ever so purposely placed into a cage occupied by three porcupines while bouncing down a country dirt road in the back of a truck.

Michelle knew she was in for it so she stayed conspicuously absent and sent the boys in to play tackle football with me. It wasn't 'their' fault after all. I enjoyed being with them and after 4 or 5 minutes I actually began to recognize them as my boys. Faintly.

The rest of the night I spent getting back at Michelle. That is, when I began talking to her again.

Gene: "What do you think about the Broncos picking Tim Tebow in the draft?"

Adam: "Really they should give him a chance before they just go out and cut him."

Connie: "Gene would you please pass the potatoes?"

Adam: "Shortcut."

Michelle: "What do you think about Ellen Degeneres as the new American Idol judge?"

Adam: "She's a little butch if you ask me."

Connie: "So Adam what do you think about the boys hair?"

Adam: "Connie I'm afraid you are a bad influence on my wife and will have to leave."

Adam: "Did you ever see that Sean Connery movie 'Medicine Man'? Plot spoiler- he's a scientist in the amazons who discovers the cure for cancer and then they slash and burn the forest he is working in and that kills the ants which were the actual cure for cancer."

Michelle: "My boy's hair couldn't cure cancer."

Adam: "I'm sorry, you lost me there. It's a movie about ants."

and the coup de grace--

For scripture study that night we pulled out our Book of Mormons and I began reading the Story of Samson.

(I'm not going to insult your intelligence and tell you why that's funny. It just is.)

I don't think anyone actually reads this, so here's what you came for anyway - the pictures.

-dAddie