Pittsburgh, you're killing me!

It's that time of year.  I hate the first two rounds of hockey playoffs.  At least two games a night.  It is still any one's hockey pool so all games must be watched and analyzed.  And discussed. 

My friends are impressed by my hockey knowledge.  Trust me, I am not trying at all.  It just gets repeated so many times that it starts to sink in.  Then I can spout it out.   If only it worked both ways.
You can be guaranteed that he can't spout off any sewing information.

Hello,

My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father, prepare to die!

I recently got a bad haircut.  Every time I see myself in the mirror all I can think about is Inigo Montoya.  Being a child of the late 80's/early 90's I can recite The Princess Bride in its' entirety.  Without stopping for breath or to even think about the lines.  I wanted to name my non-existent son Westley but couldn't since she was a girl and my brother-in-law is Wes (he said he didn't mind!)  I had the music at my wedding. 

I do not know what made me think I should get my hair cut by the same stylist that does my husband's hair.  He has had the same haircut for the last 12 years.  Partly it is laziness.  I have only gotten my hair cut about 4 times since I had kids and when I made Chickenbutt's appointment I thought I might as well get mine done too.  Big mistake.  It only took 15 minutes to do both our hair and she didn't even wet mine. 

Tonight I went to have it fixed.  It is now much too short for my liking and layered but at least I went back to my original stylist and had it STYLED.  Now I can start growing it back again under her supervision. 

Update

Over Easter dinner I let it slip that Wren had coloured on the couch with pen and that I had gotten it off with rubbing alcohol.  Now my dear husband, let's call him Columbo, has declared it his mission to find the spot.  He thought I said that the alcohol took the colour off the couch.  It did not.
I wish I had taken a photo of Wren's handiwork for my own amusement.  It was all over the couch cushion.  All over.  Just like on every TV sitcom I ever saw about when Dad had to take care of the kids by himself.  Loops, swirls and squiggles.  An intricate design showing true artistry.
Good Luck Columbo, you have been sitting on the spot for months.