...I used to be a hairdresser...
and I had the expertise of all my co-workers at my
fingertips
to work their magic on MY wild hair
Now I convince my 4 clients to sit down for 30 seconds
once every six months so I can
work my magic on THEIR hair
There is a hairdresser that lives down the street from me
and
every morning I see him out my window,
walking to work.
It takes all I have to not leap out in front of him
on the sidewalk
in my pajamas
and
hold him hostage until he cuts my hair
in my
kitchen
I think you should do it.
ReplyDeleteAhhhh the pampered life we once lived. :)
Isn't it amazing how we Mamas are always the last when it comes to haircuts. I finally got myself an appointment for this coming Tuesday. It's only be like 6 months! Whoo Hooo :-)
ReplyDeleteI'll drop by with a donut... and he can cut mine too! :)
ReplyDeleteHey it never hurts to ask? :)
ReplyDeleteYou are too funny!
ReplyDeleteAnd you were the BEST hairdresser around (I should know!). I still cut Michael's hair but I have never been brave enough to take on the kids!
ReplyDeleteI only get my hair cut now once every 6 months or so...times DO change, don't they!
I dare you.... i double dog dare you!!! That's the quintesential dare ya know, you have to now : )
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