. . . getting your money's worth?
A hair "salon" chain is having a haircut sale, and we all took advantage of it this week. Rick went "under the knife" on Monday, just before we headed to Portland to watch the Blazers in the NBA playoffs. (Fantastic game then and tonight! Go, Rip City!!!) His hairdresser got overzealous and he came out looking like a peeled onion.
Yesterday I took Brian in for a much needed haircut at a different location, where he's gotten good cuts before. While he was getting his ears lowered, I decided I might as well get a trim, too, since it is difficult to get in to see my usual hairdresser. The nice young lady who cut my hair . . . cut my hair . . . and cut my hair. I was getting more and more nervous; why didn't I say anything??? You know it's bad when your son tells you to wear a hat. :-/ But hey, none of us will need haircuts for awhile! No, you don't get to see it. How about some flowers and leaves? ;-)
Got Bittersweet's fleece skirted this evening:
Hope to get more done tomorrow!
That's it for now from . . .