I will explain.
The day date was supposed to begin at 7:30 am. One of the girls in their group got their parents to take their boat out to Sand Hollow reservoir for a day on the lake. So Erin is waiting for them at 7:20. I was working and got home for lunch at 10:15, and Erin had just left. She was rolling her eyes at that point. When they got to the lake they started to pull people on tubes, etc. On about the second trip out, they realized their boat was sinking because the pump didn't work, so they spent the rest of the time trying to fix it. She says she had fun, but it was not what she expected.
The plan for the evening was for them to pick her up at 6:30 pm, so she started getting ready at 5:30. Well, they pulled into the driveway at 5:40. We sent them off to go pick up the other girl (who wasn't ready either). Now, I can understand boys being excited to pick up my daughter, but that stressed her out. So my wife says "come help curl her hair, dad!" Curling hair is way out of my league. I thought I could help by taking the boys out back and showing them the holes I had dug if they didn't get my daughter home at the appointed hour, but my wife needed help with curling irons, so I jumped in with both feet.
We had two irons going while my daughter put on her makeup.
My wife wrapped her hair around one iron, and I would hold it (I told you I was no good at this sort of thing!), while she wrapped hair around the second iron. Then we switched.
I kept looking out the window to see if they had come back, but they had decided they had better give the girls a few more minutes to get ready. My wife and I kept working away. My wife started touching up Erin's makeup. I let Erin know that lipstick was meant to be a deterrent rather than an invitation. I think she understood. I hope.
The final product
Well, she is beautiful. Her hair and makeup turned out great thanks to her mom. Now her dad just has to get through tonight (I'm still waiting for her to come home). I know that this is all part of life blah, blah, growing up blah, blah, blah, but man, it isn't cool to send your teenage daughter out to be with BOYS. Is that the porch light coming on...?
