Today I went in to get a hair cut. The lady that cuts my hair said "it's been a while." I said "yeah a couple of months." She said "that is probably right. The last time you were in here was just before you started doing the fire rehab project." I said "yeah that's right---that would have been October 22."
She cut a lot of hair off---A LOT---it wasn't long enough for locks of love but if you could sell it by the pound there would have been a few bucks there. ;-) It sure feels a lot better than it did when I went in.
Monday, January 10, 2011
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Inklings doesn't get to cut it?
Inklings refuses to. I used to cut my boys' hair for years, and one day when a neighbor saw me do it (on the deck), he begged me to cut his and his son's hair, but I wouldn't. I did not feel confident enough to, even though he told me he liked the way I cut the boys' hair. The reason I won't cut Dee Ice's is because he is very picky about his haircuts and usually even isn't that thrilled when professionals do it. I did it a couple of times when he was in the National Guard and had drills the next day, but I soon realized I was more than happy to pay someone else to cut it. :0)
My wife cut my hair last time. I didn't have any problem with it, but she is still regretting!
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