Love is Delerious

This photograph is a product of Lisa's joy in laughing at my dermal agony. Everyone thinks being mixed is this "best of both worlds" pecan pie, well, let me tell you, it ain't all it's cracked up to be. Everything you achieve is because of affirmative action, I still get pulled over by police(not light enough?), and I have skinny ankles prone to spraining. The ladies love the curls, but it ain't easy keeping 'em tight. Keeping the balance between the right length, amount of product, whether to go with oil or gel; it gets tough. Well, things got a little out of control so I picked out the hair to see what was what. Little did I know there was a red head with a camera lurking in the darkness. Oh, and I'm sure you're wondering what's going on with my face. Well, despite my fair complexion, my bio-paternal unit's facial hair is very course and abrasive, meaning it curls back in to the skin and raises hell with my grill. So every now and then I have to shave and coat my face in calamine lotion to get the swelling and irritation to settle down(On second thought, I wonder if this could help me in listening to Republicans debate health care and the economy?). When combined with my temporary afro I had the appearance of Jack Nicholson's Joker running smack into Tito Jackson circa 1973. As the calamine lotion worked its magic(a bit of stinging is involved) Lisa giggled with glee, pointed, and proceeded to snap pictures. That's love for you folks. All things being equal, I would probably laugh too. Like when people fall down at swimming pools when they try to jump in to the water. It's hilarious, as long as it isn't you. But it is me, so I'm not laughing. What really stings, besides the calamine lotion and in grown facial hair, is that the lady came home to this that day:

Sweet love and romance. Flowers reflecting the colors and scent of Autumn, filling our home with warmth and serenity. And here I find my picture posted to our blog, with orders to write about the trials and tribulations of multi-ethnic hygiene. Granted, I'm sure she loves it when I laugh when she hurts herself, zone into the Cowboys game when she is trying to tell me something important(or show me a coupon...), or when I leave the grill running for twenty minutes after taking the chicken off for lunch the next day(oops). So I guess that is love. Give and take. Push and pull. The yin, the yang. Alpha..and Omega. I'm out.