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Mr. Squirrel returned from the cheap ass barber shop with a very short haircut.
Once again, I bit my lip while he complained that the barber cut his hair far too short. What good would it do to say something, when his retort has been and will always “but I pay $14 — and that includes tip!”
Then I noticed the longer swatch of hair — like 10ish hairs — just hanging out like a modern day side tail. NOT GOOD.
How did the barber miss this? I’m not sure this picture shows just how ridiculous and noticeable the side tail were, but no worries — it’s gone. Long gone.
And my husband? Unbelieveably STILL WILLING to go to the $14 barber (that includes tip!!) because “hey, you trimmed it off!” Seriously.
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7:36 pm |
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Much like Jamie Oliver’s Food Revolution, I’m staging a Hollow Squirrel Belly Fat Lose-a-lution. Are you, like most of my friends, just shocked that I didn’t go into marketing or advertising? Because I’ve got a million more winners up here in the old think tank.
Last night, I finished up two(!) craft projects that have been littering our dining room table for the past month or so (no, that does not mean I finished my Christmas wreaths/gifts for my uncle and aunt…or as I like to say, I have a head start on their 2010 presents). ahem.
One project I’ll share with you another day.
The other project is a new wreath for our front door — I wanted something bright and spring-y, so I bought some fake (yes. I said it. I even used it.) forsythia, green floral wire and a green wire wreath form. Then I grabbed some of my husband’s big ass wire cutters and went to work chopping and wrapping and fluffing and filling all the while catching up on Top Chef Masters.
I finished the wreath (ok, it’s a tad bushy), but it totally POPS against our front door, and I love it.
I really love that the assortment of craft materials mock me from our dusty dining room table.
What I don’t love? Clamping down on the large wire cutter handles only to get a big roll of belly flab caught between the handles. Hello painful bruise.
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8:51 pm |
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Yes, my blog probably crashes your computer. Blame it on me and my inability to install basic WordPress upgrades in a timely manner (usually EVER). I’m giving WordPress and hackers two enthusiastic Tall Friends Up.
I need to figure out how to return, with head hung, to Blogger.
In the meantime, chew on this: Jojo just told me “mom, there’s something that smells about you.”
Nice.
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3:28 pm |
