Big fat almond head

My husband has a head the shape of an almond.  Not a pointy one but an almond with smoothed edges.  This was not my observation but his.  Why is this a new revelation you ask, possibly because  I attempted to cut his hair yesterday.  Yes I said attempted.  Let me clarify I like a guy with hair on his head.  I do not like long hair. I like it short and clean cut.  His had been taking on a certain sasquatchy look and in spite of my reassurances that I cannot cut hair he insisted I do it.  After an hour of careful snipping and cutting I actually had it looking the way I like it.  Then for whatever reason I cannot explain (temporary demonic possession) I grabbed the clippers and proceeded to cut it straight over his head from front to back.  Leaving a path like I had run over a patch of grass that hadn't been mowed in months with a new mower.  It took me all of 2 minutes to finish the "haircut" with the clippers.  So now I am stuck with almond head until it grows out again.  Needless to say my son will be going next week and having a trained professional cut his unruley locks.  Watching the two of them wrestling as I write this they look like an escaped convict and a feral child raised by wolves.  Oh my family.  All of the women were gone today except for yours truely so I got the honor of cooking for my two knuckleheads plus the brother in law and my father.  When I cook I try to do something special and make it visually appealing as well as delicious.  Watching the pack descend upon the food like a pack of wild hyenas on an injured zebra was a little disheartening.  But I did get four grunts of mmmm Good!  At least I think that is what they said.  Some years ago I was working as a nanny.  I took care of two girls being raised by a single father.  At that time my stepdaughter was living elsewhere so it was me living with my hubby and our two boys.  my employer and I always joked we could just trade places and I live with the girls and he could go live with my guys.  Girl time is something I miss.  Too much testosterone around here for my liking.  Feel like I am ready to start designing some jewelry again.  That creative block has been pretty much cleared out I am anxious to see what I can create.  It is that point in the summer where I am getting days mixed up and cannot remember if it is Saturday or Sunday.  They are all the same.  Random thought here but why do people refer to their shoes by the name.  My Toms are getting muddy, I need to slip on my Sperry's.  They are shoes not children...no really as much as some women love them they are JUST SHOES.  Okay pet peeve to mention here.  Maybe I am overly sensitive but why do I have to tell my husband ten, eleven, oh twenty times to stop doing something before he quits.  And even then it is only because I finally yell,"STOP!"  It is always something small he does but DAMN he knows exactly which button to push.  Some days I think he really just wants me to kill him and put him out of his misery.  Not gonna happen.  I know part of it is he is making excuses to come over to me and see what I am writing on the computer because he is banned from my blog...hahaha.  My last sanctuary.  When I was in my early twenties I was attracted to men in their 40's and up.  Yeah yeah girl with father issues but I was okay with it.  I always said I liked that older men didn't act like little children the way men in their early 20's did.  Hahaha.  I am married to a 45 year old child.  It isn't a second childhood because to be in your second childhood you have to finish the first childhood.  Yep and I am being summoned because it is Saturday night and my son has decided we are watching Sharknado for fun tonight.  If this is my last entry it is because at some point to escape the movie I have pulled my eyes from the sockets.  Okay to tell the truth have already watched it once because well when you cannot sleep at two am and have had a lot of coffee it's better than infomercials.