I have the Worst Haircut Ever. It’s times like these that I truly appreciate the fact that I do not need to leave home and, therefore, encounter other sentient life forms unrelated to me and who might point and stare at the Worst Haircut Ever.
I thought it would be better than the mall bangs I was starting to sport just before the WHE, but a very chatty stylist got aggressive with the scissors and here I sit in my home office with some kind of modified mullet.
Is it too late to ask for a refund?
Shhhh! The sound of one child vacationing
Do you hear that? NO, of course not! It’s completely quiet because our youngest is on vacation with the G’parents. At a time when otherwise we’d hear the pounding of feet, loud laughter, bad piano, door slamming, dog barking, whining and other ploys for attention, there is only silence.
Gosh, I miss her.
