Showing posts with label Hair. Bad bad hair.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair. Bad bad hair.. Show all posts

Thursday, May 24, 2007

Intervention May be Required

This is what my beloved girl said to me last Friday:
"What made you think that kid's paper cutting scissors would do a better job on your hair than the kitchen shears did the last time you cut your own hair? Are you nuts?"

I don't know. As God is my witness, I don't know why I do these things.