Wife wants me to help her coloring her hair today.

She said that if I pull her hair too much I'm fired.

I didn't feel remotely this anxious even when I took my current job...

-If it makes you feel better I'm more nervous than you about this

-Oh thank WHAT

Life did not prepare me for this. I played with Legos, people. I should have had some dolls

She's getting ready, she's wearing a cap full of holes and apparently I'm supposed to pull tiny bits of hair thru these things without accidentally pulling any hair off.

I'd rather be deleting some blockchain code right now

My God I need to pull the hair using what seems to be a surgical instrument there's so much about life I don't know

MY GOD ARE YOU TELLING ME WOMEN HAVE TO DO THIS ALL THE TIME THIS IS HELL

Turns out you have to pull the hair in a specific order. Front of the head to the back. You can't go back and say "oh I missed this hole" because it will pull the hair from the other holes

I'm done, now we will find out after she puts all those chemicals.

There's no way this is good for you...

She doesn't have a lot of hair so she told me she was going to count them all at the end of this and if there's anything missing I'm dead

Also note that the problem with pulling hair thru these holes is that if you pull too much, there's no un-pulling. You have to remove the cap and reinitiate the entire process.

This is hell.

I've heard her swearing from the bathroom and I saw my whole life passing in front of my eyes but then I checked and she was actually reacting to something Trump said.

We're good.