It has been awhile since I have written a true story but now is the time for another dose of my rotten life. This all has to do with my wife Dawn and her hair. (Any story concerning a woman and her hair has to lead into some sort of trouble...)

Here is my side of the story and then my wife will tell her side.�

This is my story and I'm sticking to it...

Dawn went to her friend house for a while until 2pm last Saturday. She had a hair appointment for 2:15pm. The hair salon "Tangles In Blue" was close to her friend house, so she left her friend house and walked to the place. She told me to pick her up there at 3 pm. I thought I would be nice (in case she was done early) and I arrived there just after 2:30. (By the way, I have a car that doesn't have a working clock ) I sat in the car waiting for my wife to come out. After what seemed like half an hour I was starting to get uncomfortable. In another words, my butt was aching badly. I tried different positions but just couldn't get very comfortable. The sun was right in my eyes which didn't help matters much. I tried listening to a couple of music cassettes but that got awfully boring after a few minutes. I was very tired and thought of taking a quick nap but I'm always paranoid that some old lady is going to run up to me and slap me to see if I am dead or something.

After what seemed like a good hour my stomach was starting to rumble. I know at this point I should have maybe gone into the hair saloon to see how much longer she'd be. I figured she must be getting some kind of fancy haircut and wanted to surprise me, so I didn't bother. Anyway, back to my rumbling stomach... I decided to take a quick trip to a variety store a couple of blocks away. I raced there and back, picking up a magazine (which bored me after five minutes) and a small bag of peanuts to crunch away the frustration of waiting. At this point my legs were falling asleep, (which matched my mind) and my back was now also in pain (to match my legs.) I tried stretching my legs but they still ached like hell. I thought of getting out of the car and stretching but I didn't want a mob scene when people started screaming with delight "Look! It's Nutty! The semi-famous writer of DeafNotes!!!" (Sorry, getting carried away...) "

I kept looking in my rear view mirror at the entrance to Tangles In Blue for a sign of life. I saw people going in and people going out but none of them matched my wife's description. It was at this point I realized she must really be getting a fancy hairdo. I had been bugging her to get her long hair cut short, so all this boredom and pain would be worth it. After what I figured to be an hour and a half of sitting in the car I decided to go into the hair salon. On the way in, I noticed a little white poodle tied up, waiting patiently for his owner to come out. "I know the feeling, bud" I murmured under my breath and gave the cute dog a pat on the head. I entered the place and did a quick glance around. I didn't see Dawn anywhere. Sometimes I'm a little slow at realizing things aren't right but this time I clued in pretty quick. I asked the hairdresser if there was a Dawn S. present. She looked at me with a stunned look (she had probably seen me sitting in the car for the past two hours ...) and said "Oh. She just had a trim. She left a long time ago." I smiled politely and said "thank you" , quickly turned around and walked out. Passing by the poodle, I had a sudden urge to kick the dog into the stratosphere.

I swore all the way home... As I pulled into my sister's driveway and was getting out of the car, my nephew said (very sarcastically I might add...) "Your wife is in the kitchen". This didn't help my mood much. Needless to say, I had a few words for her and they weren't in the "I love you, sugar bear" variety... I looked at her hair and it looked like she had about an inch taken off. I looked at the time and it was after 5pm. I had been in that damn (insert favorite swear words of your choice here) car for over two hours waiting for no reason. Now for Dawn's side of the story. Afterwards, please vote for the most guilty of the two of us. (You already know who's side to take, right???)

Now for Dawn's side of the story. Afterwards, please vote for the most guilty of the two of us. (You already know who's side to take, right???)

DAWN'S STORY:(edited heavily by husband)

Now it's time for my side of the story...for which I take the full initial blame....aaahemm! I left at my friend house about 5 minutes to two. When I arrived in the hair salon, the hairdresser was able to take me immediately, to my amazement. It didn't take that long, and I was done at twenty minutes past two. I was thinking at that point that Nutty wasn't expecting to pick me up until three o'clock, so I'll call him to come and get me now. When I called he was not at home or didn't bother to pick up the phone. (sheesh and sigh) So, I decided at that point that instead of waiting there for forty minutes looking like an idiot and being bored out of my wits, I would walk downtown and use the pay phone there to call Nutty again to come and pick me up. It was about a fifteen minute walk so I figured I would have enough time to catch him before he decided to leave the house. Well, when I got downtown, the only pay phone in our cheap little downtown was being used by a phone hog. So I went into the nearest drugstore, but no phone....so I thought, well, I'll have to continue walking across the bridge until I get to the grocery store where I knew there was a pay phone... I figured, if he does get to the hairdresser's and we've missed each other, he'll just check inside, see I'm not there and possibly meet up with me on his way back home....NOT.....when I finally got to the grocery store to use the phone, finally! his mother picked up the phone and told me that he had already left...so I had no choice but to finish my journey home on my own....I arrived home at 3:10...3:20 No Nutty.....3:30 No Nutty...I'm standing at the front door thinking where is he???? I sure hope he's not sitting there waiting outside for me without checking inside the salon! Besides, I'm too responsible a person to let him wait, even if I were going to be 5 minutes late at the salon, I would have sent someone out to tell him that I'd be a few more minutes! I called the hairdresser's to see if he was waiting there. The hairdresser had just picked up her phone and told me that my nephew decided to scream out some expletive at his younger sister for something, so I told the hairdresser immediately hung up the phone to scream at them to please be quiet. When I called back, their line was busy and it stayed that way for the next half hour....SO WHAT COULD I DO AT THAT POINT??? By 4:30 I was thinking, "I can't imagine that he would sit there all that time and not check inside for me???" But then, again, this is Nutty we're talking about... ;-) "Maybe he's not waiting for me after all, this is too long...he must have gone to rent a movie for us on the way home..." "I hope and pray..." Well, when he finally drove in the driveway at 5:00 without a smile on his face, I knew the truth..."MEN REALLY ARE FROM MARS AND WOMEN REALLY ARE FROM VENUS!!!!!!"