My wifes hairdresser has been after me to cut my pony tail off, for Locks of Love, for years. Problem is, I’m still loving them, so uh not gonna happen.
Through the gift of Skype I saw my nephew this morning. Yes, this was a gift of hair, hopefully not to Brittany or Lindsay or whoever. He is very happy with the wind blowing over his pate and it is growing back in a whole new way (geometry and the male skull).
We are fine. My oldest son snuck/brought a young lady to the house late Friday night because her mother was away and she is afraid of storms. We made homemade donuts to appease the god of thunder, strummed guitar strings and baked many goodies in offering to the mistress of tornadoes. It seems unfair to send the good smells of baking and sweet vibrations to distract the weather masters in an attempt to persuade them to miss our house, to keep the electricity from being knocked off. On the other hand, it worked.
My wifes hairdresser has been after me to cut my pony tail off, for Locks of Love, for years. Problem is, I’m still loving them, so uh not gonna happen.
Everyone safe down your way?
By: crabby appleton on April 18, 2011
at 8:22 pm
Through the gift of Skype I saw my nephew this morning. Yes, this was a gift of hair, hopefully not to Brittany or Lindsay or whoever. He is very happy with the wind blowing over his pate and it is growing back in a whole new way (geometry and the male skull).
We are fine. My oldest son snuck/brought a young lady to the house late Friday night because her mother was away and she is afraid of storms. We made homemade donuts to appease the god of thunder, strummed guitar strings and baked many goodies in offering to the mistress of tornadoes. It seems unfair to send the good smells of baking and sweet vibrations to distract the weather masters in an attempt to persuade them to miss our house, to keep the electricity from being knocked off. On the other hand, it worked.
By: zhak39 on April 18, 2011
at 11:04 pm