Oh Where is my Hairbrush!!!

For some of you the title of this post will immediately make you start bobbing up and down as you sing one of the all time greatest Veggie Tales songs - The hairbrush song. (Just as an aside - if you have never heard Audio Adrenaline sing it your life simply isn't complete, you just don't know it yet. come see me I'll play it for you) However, I have never really internalized The hairbrush song the way that I did on my Daddy vacation last week.

First, you need to know that the Hairbrush in question was PERFECT. Really! I mean worthy of it's own blog just about how wonderfully the bristles moved just enough but not to much, and none of the little ends came off, and it wasn't too big and ... - Perhaps you should "talk amongst yourselves" for a moment.

Sorry

Second, I have been searching for a duplicate hairbrush for as long as I've had it, especially once Tim started using it. All the while knowing that my time with the perfect hairbrush was limited due to my own nature. To no avail I have searched the world over. I think it may have been promotional or something another one does not exist - Even on EBay. (It was a white clinique hairbrush that came in one of those 'get free with purchase' kits. If you have one, name your price.)

Third, I have had it for SIXTEEN YEARS! No joke. I can't keep anything for that long without breaking it or locking it up so that it never comes in contact with me. I know it has been 16 yrs because we came together at a bitter time for me. It was a gift from some well meaning stupid person. I remember thinking "ooo this is an interesting brush, I have never had a brush like this one, I'd like to try it out" but alas ...

"No Hair for my hairbrush, no hair for my hairbrush, no hair no hair no where no hair no fair no hair no where back there NO HAIR..... for my hairbrush"

(enough about that. just refrain from giving a cancer patient a hair brush until after treatments, it will mean more then).

Finally, and this is the Kicker, before leaving the house on my Daddy vacation, I remember thinking "you shouldn't take the hairbrush, you'll lose it." Tuesday morning: . . .

"having just finished his [her] morning bath and having searched for his [her] hairbrush
Larry [Emily] cries out
'oh where is my hairbrush, oh where is my hairbrush, oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where oh where is my hairbrush'
having heard his [her] cry Pa Grape [Daddy] enters the scene, shocked and slightly embarrassed at the sight of Larry [Emily] in a towel Pa [Daddy] regains his composure and reports 'I think I saw your hairbrush back there [in the car]'
'Back there is my hairbrush, back there is my hairbrush, back there back there oh where back there oh where oh where back there back there back there is my hairbrush'"

(no Daddy didn't see me in a towel; otherwise it was just like that...spooky huh)

Hope! I searched the room, Daddy searched the car. It was time to go so we delayed our searching and I used Daddy's "Fonzie" comb and we got on with the day. No worries really seeing as how a Hairbrush can't just get up and walk off. Can it?

Daddy Vacation!

SO,

Daddy retired and Tim said one day - "You just need to take your Daddy on a vacation"

so I did.

I got really EXCITED. We decided to go to the Space Center and stay for 2 nights eat lots of breakfast and Seafood. Yum! Still I have to admit - just me and my Daddy hasn't happened since our trips to Houston for chemotherapy 16 years ago - so I was a little apprehensive about how much "dead air" there would be. I mean, Tim is the talker in our relationship and Mom is the talker in theirs so would that mean we would both stare off into space wondering if the other would come up with something to say? Or maybe 16 years worth of words would begin to flow uncontrollably from some fold deep in the brain waiting ... - OK scratch that definitely not. But really, would it be awkward? I remember those Houston trips with a bit of a mental block. None the less by the end of a week we were both so exhausted of words that one time I actually sang all 99 verses of 99 bottles of "coke" on the wall just to break the silence and even more unbelievable Daddy didn't stop me.

Turns out there was no awkward silence nor was there a deep chasm of words. Well, acctually I did surprise myself on the way down there. like I said, I was really excited and I get words when I am excited. Daddy is such a good listener, he just listened while I talked. It was exactly as it should be, just like the good days was when I was 16. Daddy being Daddy and Me being Me. Together.

See! this is Daddy putting the hotel DVD player back together after it ate his DVD

Daddy being Daddy and Me being Me. Together.