Fighting Words and She's a Star
So Yesterday morning. We are not very busy at work and while that tends to make me really nervous, I decided to take advantage of it and go to the gym. Not sure if I was at the right place. I have never seen it in daylight. After the gym in the continuing self indulgent mood I was in, I stopped to get a haircut. Not one to be fussy, I will go anywhere to get my hair cut. It's hair. It grows back. How bad can you mess it up? That being said. I stopped to see Bryan. He was not busy and could cut it right then. In my haste and excitement I even forgot to put money in the meter. You see, I love the way Bryan fixes my hair. I leave there wanting it to stay that way all the time So, hair cut, no ticket, back to work. I say to JWS, "How do you like my hair? I stopped and got Bryan to cut it." JWS says, "It looks OK, maybe it will be better once you "fix" it" I glared. He sputtered. It was his foot in his mouth. Not the best picture, I'll have a ...