I trust you

Whenever Brent cuts or highlights my hair, he has a hard time keeping his negative thoughts to himself.

"Dang it!" "Oh no!" "What?"

All part of the free haircuts.

I never have a mirror handy to see what grave errors have been made, so I just sit there wondering why I take these risks. They all turn out pretty good in the end, though so I wish he would keep a lid on his frusterations. Brent is a perfectionist and also some what of a loud mouth and I have learned that this is just the way he works. So I try not to put much stock in his outbursts.

But that's color, scizzors, just hair. . . . nothing painful. What about drills and teeth?

Now I am officially his dental patient/guinea pig and I found out it is a pretty much the same thing. He was so happy to find 5 cavities in my mouth this fall. He could use the work and why not have a little date with the wifey at the same time?

We had one of those choice dates this morning. Once he got the rubber dam in place and the drill going, it wasn't long before I heard the first "Oh, No!" And then a couple "No Ways!" and even one"You got to be kidding me?".

And I hate not being permitted to talk! There are so many things that need to be said at the dentist. . . at least when it is Brent.

A couple weeks ago he worked on me and I had to go to the bathroom. I can't hold it for 3 hours! Every time I tried to tell him though he couldn't quite understand me. I finally ran off out the door with the rubber dam strapped on my face. When I saw myself in the bathroom mirror I felt like I was looking at Joker with my strapped on smile. He told me later that it would've been real simple to take off the frame and I could've just shoved the dam in my mouth if I just would've let him know.

I also really needed to communicate on hour 3 when the antiseptic wore off and I was jumping every time he blew that freezing cold air in my mouth.

So this time I was smarter and prepared. Before the rubber dam was in place I had a pen and paper on my lap. I started out scribbling things like "HURRY!" then before long "How much LONGER?" and a couple"OW!'s" and I got a second shot and made it through the appointment without the agony that I usually experience the last hour in the dental school. Everything takes SOOOOO long there because 1/2 the time you are sitting there waiting for an instructor to check and let you proceed and meanwhile my jaw is stuck open and time is ticking away and those shots don't last forever!

So I am a pretty lucky lady with a live in dentist/hairdresser. And he is the pretty lucky man with a wife willing to give him plenty of practice on his manual dexterity skills.

Everyone seems so suprised when they find out that Brent is actually my hairdresser. But no one bats an eye about me being brave enough to let him drill holes in my teeth??? I don't get it?