chatpatka

Our ax broke and for quite some time now we've been needing a new ax for our firewood. Now that days are getting progressively colder, this necessity became an urgent need, so we finally stopped procrastinating and went out to buy an ax. We walked to the store and bought a medium hunting ax, and since my husband had some other places to go he let me carry it. On the way back he would tease me and I would say something like "This is not the proper tone to use while talking to an armed woman", squeezing some more giggles out of popular jokes, until I noticed that people are frowning at me or looking at me with a spark of terror in their eyes.

So I started wondering if I really look so bloodthirsty, after all, it's only a medium hunting ax, nothing terrifying. Then as we were nearing home I caught a glimpse of my reflection in a window (yes, my windows are that clean :P). Finally everything became clear to me. It was the hair! My always fuzzy and out-of-control hair! I took a shower earlier and fell asleep with my hair still wet. Then I woke up and brushed it and it exploded! I must have been a spectacle... I wonder if my husband handed me the ax on purpose, to add to my decor :P