Tuesday, September 14, 2004

what a loser

Yes, I'm talking about myself. I really need to get more exciting dreams. It all started when I lost the final hairbrush in the house around two weeks ago. Gwynnie looks like a scarecrow and I keep trying to brush her shoulder length, blonde hair with my fingers. It's horrible. And I refuse to pay full price at Target or the grocery store when I can get three for the same price at the dollar store. The problem is, when I'm out and about, I'm not thinking about brushes or the dollar store.

The night before last I dreamed I found the brush. There it was right on the bedroom floor, the one that was silver at the core with the black bristles poking out of holes. The blowdryer kind of brush. I know it's around here somewhere. But that dream was so good. There it was. The brush. The lovely, wonderful brush.

And then I woke up, forgot the dream, until later, when I remembered the dream and said to Tyler and Gwynnie, "I dreamed I found the brush last night!"

The sad thing is, it seemed perfectly normal. I mean, it's been a hair crisis here at the Samson abode. Dreaming about finding the hairbrush is akin to unearthing buried treasure or finding your name in the paper within the list of people who are owed money.

I'm such a dweeb. A brushless dweeb, still, at that. A brushless, mundane dreamer of a dweeb, actually. I need to get out more. Obviously. Maybe the dollar store would be a good place to start.




Blogger michael snyder said...


I think we have extras. So, if you guys get buried under snow or deluged by Hurricane Skippy, let me know and we'll FedEx one to you.

Can't guarantee that we'll be able to remove all the orphan hairs first though.

And if this helps to motivate you, dollar stores usually have plenty of those lame paddle ball games with the cheap staple, gray rubber band, and gnarly red ball.

September 14, 2004 at 11:48 PM  
Blogger Donna J. Shepherd said...

You like the dollar store, too? I love that place. A friend and I can spend way too long wandering around in them, and dollar by dollar, spending too much. While you're there, buy an extra brush. :D

September 15, 2004 at 8:16 AM  
Blogger Katy said...

This entry will go into the classics. It's just too ripe with good, old-fashioned family angst. I think it might be a good sign that you're down to dreaming about a lost hair brush (something that's real to you in your present-day life). You are keeping up with your issues!! (I'm kind of joking, I think. Even I don't know for sure.)

When we moved my mother out of her house, we found upwards of two dozen pairs of manicure scissors. I'm sure she would have only purchased a new pair if she couldn't find any anywhere. Eventually, all this stuff will come back home to roost. In the meantime, this is exactly why God made the Dollar Store.

September 15, 2004 at 9:04 AM  
Blogger Becca said...

"Oh where is my hairbrush?"

I couldn't live without a brush. I usually go to a drugstore and look for a package with two brushes or something. I think I'd only break the cheaper ones from the dollar stores. (I don't have extremely thick hair, but boy can it tangle up!) At the moment, I have two Goody brand hairbrushes, the small one for my work backpack and the larger one for home. I sometimes misplace it, but eventually it finds its way back to the drawer in the bathroom.

Go buy a brush, woman! ;)

September 15, 2004 at 11:56 AM  

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