While Martin was in class today, I ran over to the salon and had my haircut and eyebrows waxed.  I thought I had made the appointment with the woman who cut and colored my hair the last time who did such a great job.  Instead, I had made the appointment with someone who had cut my hair about a year ago.  My haircut turned out fine today, although I'm really looking forward to my appointment with the color lady in June.  But my brows... they're a bit thinner and shorter than I'd like.  Not as bad as that time when one was a full half inch shorter than the other, but still.  Not perfection.

When Marty saw me he said I looked fine, and that my eyebrows weren't bad.  Then he followed it up with this:

"Well, you don't look as bad as that guy in Goonies."

And he means THIS guy:


Which I guess I should be thankful for.  I mean, not every guy can say that about their wife.  Then again, that's probably a comparison that just shouldn't be made.