See, she wanted her hair frosted, and since money is tight, she bought a frosting cap and asked me to help her with her hair. Now, this is not something I've ever done before, and I was pretty irritated that she was having me help out. I mean, it isn't like that's something I should be forced to help with. It just isn't right. Also, there was a game on Tivo that I had been waiting to watch all week, and I did not want to be interrupted in watching it.
Anyhow, it was one of those hats where you have to pull the hair through these little holes, then put this junk on it and let it sit for awhile. She wanted me to be careful and only pull through a little hair through each hole, but I was impatient to get to the game, and just jerked clumps through. She kept asking, "Are you being careful?" I said I was, and just hurried through it, poured the junk on it, then put this little plastic cover on it. It was supposed to sit on there for about a half hour.
My wife had a headache, and leaned back in the recliner and shut her eyes, and asked me to keep watch on the time and not let it go longer than a half hour. She actually wanted me to wake her in about 20 minutes. Well, I got to watching the game, and before I knew it, over an hour had passed. I woke her up, saying it was time to rinse her hair, and as she was waking up, she was saying, "Wow, this hat feels really hot. No wonder I'm sweating." She didn't look at the time, and I was nervous that she would ask how long it had been. I went back to the game.
Well, she starts yelling from the bathroom, and I ran in to see that her hair had gotten really messed up. A lot of it was just breaking off, and what wasn't breaking off was like straw. It was all in uneven patches too, and just looked like hell. Well, she was mad, very mad. I couldn't help laughing, though; she asked what I was laughing for, and I told her that it looked like a horse had been chewing on her hair. She didn't seem to like me saying that. She lashed back, saying, "you think this is funny, huh? How funny would you think it was if something happened to your moustache while you were asleep, huh? I bet you'd be laughing then!"
So now I'm half afraid to go to sleep. Was she serious? What should I do? Oh, she had to go to the beauty shop today and get it burred off. I tried to joke with her, saying I didn't realize I was married to Sinead O'Connor, but she isn't speaking to me. :(