Oh Where is My Hairbrush?

The most embarrassing thing I’m going to admit about this week is I bought a hairbrush today. No big deal you say? Well I haven’t been able to find my hairbrush since Gulf Wars. Every thing is put away and no hairbrush. It seems my hairbrush ran a way with a nice squire’s hairbrush while my basket was left unattended at the field battle. They are living it up in costal Mississippi accompanied by a runaway dish and spoon.

It’s not like I haven’t brushed my hair since March, its just that I have a boar bristle brush which is good for brushing, but not styling. It brushes the curls out. So when I blow dry or style I don’t have a brush for that. Oh justification, how we love it. Last week I asked A how I looked and she said ok, but your hair needs to be brushed so I guess it was a bit more messy and less bed head than I wanted.

My niece and I think this song is funny. If you are female in Arkansas I’m sure at one point in your life you will hear this:

Every time you take a sip
In this smoky atmosphere
You press that bottle to your lips
And I wish I was your beer
In the small there of your back
Your jeans are playing peekaboo
I’d like to see the other half of your butterfly tattoo.

Hey that gives me an idea
Let’s get out of this bar
Drive out into the country
And find a place to park.

‘Cause I’d like to see you out in the moonlight
I’d like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I’d like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I’d like to check you for ticks.

I know the perfect little path
Out in these woods I used to hunt
Don’t worry babe I’ve got your back
And I’ve also got your front
Now, I’d hate to waste a night like this

I’ll keep you safe you wait and see
The only thing allowed to crawl all over you when we get there is me.

You know every guy in here tonight
Would like to take you home
But I’ve got way more class than them
Babe that ain’t what I want.

‘Cause I’d like to see you out in the moonlight
I’d like to kiss you way back in the sticks
I’d like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I’d like to check you for ticks.

You never know where one might be
There’s lots of place that are hard to reach
I gotcha.

I’d like to see you out in the moonlight
I’d like to kiss you baby way back in the sticks
I’d like to walk you through a field of wildflowers
And I’d like to check you for ticks.

I’d sure like to check you for ticks…

Brad Paisley, surely one of the hottest men alive.