I need to blog about a comment from Babes that inspired me: I have quite elaborate, spontaneous fantasies.
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A love letter to one of the most endearing traits of my lovey-hubby (and it has to do with his dad-hood).
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The lengths I will go to to avoid getting a haircut.
But right now, I have to get ready to go for a walk. Yay!
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I got a haircut today- the first one since September of last year.
Don’t worry, I found the animals homes.
I don’t know why it’s such a big freakin’ deal for me to go get a haircut, but it really is. It’s so… odd.
Blog entry to come.
I hate, hate, hate getting my hair cut too! At one point my hair was down to my waist and totally Amish-like (like, Junior year of college) just because I didn’t want to get it cut!
Now the only guy I trust to cut it charges $90 a cut so I don’t want to go spend that kind of money for a hair cut!!
And I am so, so, so giddy like the little girl that I am that I inspired you! And you (as you already saw) inspired me because you are obviously way more cogent than the Bard.
Pff. I could so kick the Bard’s ass. 😉
You TOTALLY inspired me. I can’t wait to write the post. Just not yet. 😉
Maybe you and I need to learn how to give each other haircuts. We can practice on KiKi! Hee!
“I have quite elaborate, spontaneous fantasies.”
Mine are pretty simple. They almost always involve topless women and lots and lots of money.
Oh, and the reason why I hate haircuts is because they never last more than two days without looking like a wonky bedhair.