Do Your Ears Hang Low?


Me, cutting Dennis' hair: Hey, Dennis, look at this (showing him the blade for the razor, which says 'Left Ear' on it).


Dennis (laughing for a split second, then getting serious): I don't need that one. My ears aren't that long!

Comments

Unknown said…
OMGosh mary...I cant look at that pic I have a weak stomach LOL
February 11, 2009 at 10:43 AM
Debz said…
That picture should have come with a warning label.

That Dennis is really a laugh roit isn't he?
February 11, 2009 at 10:52 AM
nikkicrumpet said…
Cutting your hubby's hair is a good way to keep him on his toes...he knows if you're mad at him you can reap some serious revenge LOL. Loved the picture....now that's FREAKY!
February 11, 2009 at 10:57 AM
THE DAILY GRIPE said…
Hahahaha! Too cute! When I first looked at that picture it made me say.....

HOLY MACKEREL!
February 11, 2009 at 10:59 AM
Bon Don said…
That's cute! ... but what's not cute is that picture! Ouch with the stretched out ear lobes
February 11, 2009 at 11:53 AM
~Thought's By Dena~/ JDs Gift Shack said…
I cant decide if that is funny or scary as hell...heheheh
February 11, 2009 at 2:12 PM
Sultan said…
Ok that is the painful picture of the day. Scary trend that razors have messages on them.
February 11, 2009 at 6:07 PM
Fragrant Liar said…
Ew. Did Dennis say, I can't EAR you! That's just a cringe-worthy photo. Looks like it hurts.
February 11, 2009 at 9:09 PM
Kelly Ann said…
I have to admire the woman who can endure that. Also that other tradition for shrinking the feet, or elongating the neck. It's all morbidly ace, though I wouldn't ever do it1 lol
February 11, 2009 at 10:54 PM
Hepburn Hilton said…
You headline makes this photo one of the nest jokes I've come across all week!!
February 11, 2009 at 11:19 PM
Shupe said…
I finally cut my son's mop tonight too!!!
I didn't scare him with the razor tonight though- although after this week of hell children- I'm about ready!!!

OUCH- I took my earing out speaking of stretching.......... I'd never go that far though! I'm odd, but not THAT Odd!!!
February 11, 2009 at 11:53 PM
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