I turned my inner hair stylist loose on Ty today, I even attempted it solo. Ty hates getting his haircut and it is a two person job for sure, but I couldn't take his 2 inch faux-hawk any longer and decided to just go for it. If you want to talk quantity, I'd say there there was at least 3 cups worth of curls on the floor when all was said and done.
And then I couldn't help myself, I just had to shave his mexi-stache, and then I noticed his peach fuzz Luke Perry sideburns and they had to go too. I am sure he was hoping for a lightening bolt to wrest the razor from my hands. He was a pretty good sport until the last 5 minutes when he let me know he was absolutely finished with me and my beauty school dreams.
And now, a little snow dog who does her best to ward off the snowstorms with her very scary bark. You know, "How dare the heavens pour out that white stuff in my yard!"
I'm kinda hoping somebody up there is listening to her. How about you, had enough yet?
Tuesday, February 5, 2008