Women and their products..

I stumbled into the bathroom today and found one of the most alarming sights these two eyes have ever beheld. Women flat out confuse me sometimes. Don't get me wrong, I love my fiance, my sister, my mom etc. However, in spite of the blinding love I have, the piercing picture I basked upon this morning was a variable re-creation of Paul's Damascus Road experience.





"Yes, Lord. Your servant hears you," I thought to myself. Once the scales had fallen off my eyes, I proceeded to embark on a quest to uncover why my morning had been so catastrophically affected.





I interrogated my fiance about the following:





I submit Evidence A.

What the CRAP is this? And why the crap has it even been purchased and/or used? Wow. I know women strive for perfection when it comes to beauty and appearance. And, please do not mistake me for a guy who does not appreciate my woman taking the time to look a certain way. Still, this monstrosity of epic porportions should be burned at the stake, shredded or, better yet, framed and hung for all to see. Either way you spin it, IT SHOULD NOT BE WORN. So, we will be having a burial service for Pinky the Shower Cap at 5 pm today in Mom and Dad's yard in Brush Arbor. Jenni will open in prayer and I will give a brief, yet flattering eulogy.

In the end, women everywhere turn your ear this way...please Please PLEASE do not reciprocate this same sequence of emotional train wrecks in your fiance, husband, boyfriend...in the future.

Trey and Jenni

Actually, just Trey.