So here it is, my first postless Friday and here I am posting.
I know I should stick to my announced schedule, but I am overtaken by a swoon-like frenzy of exhilaration. The source of this stunning oxymoron, is of course, the long awaited return of my woman: Camille, the Hot Comma Momma.
At long last she is returning from her travels and travails abroad,[1.Some cynical souls would undoubtedly add that travails are inevitable whenever a broad travels unsupervised. Of course, I would never so much as imply such an unfounded and stereotypical thought. I don't even know how it got on this footnote. Clearly, a conspiracy is afoot to discredit me with whoever I might still have credit with.
Be careful, chauvinist blog-hackers are apparently on the move. Hopefully to some totalitarian country where they will be more at home.] and will be arriving at The Ominous Comma’s North American Headquarters in a matter of days.
This joyous event gives me the first happy thought I have experienced in over a month, and I wanted to share that joy with the entire Comma community.
I am even now preparing the ceremonial manacles, which not only symbolize our bonds of love, but should also do nicely to keep her restrained to this continent.
I feel that that we both have learned an important lesson from this ordeal, namely: Don’t ever @$&$# do that again!!
Anyway, to celebrate my overdue return to sanity I am supplying you with this entirely unrelated photographic punishment:
Bad Hair Casebook: The Mullet Files
In which the author and a perilously cute infant hide from secret government barbers, alien baby wipes, and Geraldo Rivera in order to find the lost Formula, which is rumored to be Out There, Somewhere .
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What a nice surprise!
The OC community wishes Camille a safe return home. We second the notion that she should never @*&%ing do that again! Screw world peace, if Brent’s not happy we’re not happy.
(Y’know The Mullet does not look that bad on you.)
That is one cute baby. How much did you have to pay? Congrats on the return of the HCM. Does this mean that she finally found you a suitable prize?
Hey Lynn!
Hey wait a minute, traveling’s good for the soul. You just need to go with her next time. And, for the record, she did not leave the continent! Check your map, if you can find one.
Debbie,
Please don’t try to spare his feelings. Mullets don’t look good on anybody. And yes, that is a very cute baby.
Chris,
He does look good in a mullet (in a sort of Bono-esque “Sunday Bloody Sunday” kind of way)
His eyes, on the other hand, look like they need a lift from a crane operator.
We do agree however that his daughter (or is that his son) is adorable.
The mullet has rendered me speechless.
HAHA! The mullet! Ok, I’ve had my laugh for the day. Don’t feel bad. I wore my hair in that huge claw/perm style way back then too. I just hope that picture wasn’t taken of you last week. ;)
Happy to hear that your wife is almost home. I’m sure that must be a relief! I went away for three weeks to India (last March) and I don’t think I want to be separated from my daughter and Mr. Beenzzz for that long again!
Hey Debbie!
The picture is clearly a girl baby. I’m not sure about the thing on the left though.
It is indeed my youngest daughter. The one that is not driving, dating or obsessed with her cell phone.
(Sigh)
Lynn,
The only prize I’m after is the return of her Royal Hotness to my own personal custody.
I hope your good lady returns safely to your abode, sir. And I fervently hope that your mullet does NEVER return.
I have moved several times, leaving no forwarding address, in a desperate attempt to allude it, but you know how fashions are: always coming back when you least expect it.
I will increase my hair-borne vigilance.
Hey Brent, I just saw your mullet on a very large woman up here in Maine. I think you have thrown it off your track. It seemed quite content on that lady anyway, so I don’t think you need to worry.
Hey Brent, the above was actually your mullet posing as me to make you let down you guard. Stay vigilant.