She was bugging the poo out of me. Mom, take me to get my hair cut. I want bangs. So I gave her bangs. Yes, I will get them fixed, but for now, she's happy. She needs the rest of it trimmed anyway. I will take her to have that done and let them fix them. They were straight when I cut them, but not straight when they go different directions.
So she's happy, and I am happy that she is happy. And QUIET!
Wednesday, May 21, 2008
Why I am not a hairdresser.
Posted by The Mom at 9:05 PM
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She is soooooooooooooooo pretty.... breeze
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