Wednesday, January 05, 2011

I am in Charge of Andrew's Hair.

Today, I gave my lover a haircut.
And I'll just say it went something like this:

I'm in Charge (5: 365)
He's at My Mercy

And our conversation went like this:

Me: "Oops!"
Mr. C.: "What? What happened?
Me: "Nothing..."
Mr. C. (smartly pulling his head away from my hand): "Elisabeth!"
Me: "It's no big deal... just a little bald spot."
Mr. C.: "WHAT?!"

Messy Bathroom

Mr. C.'s luscious locks are no more and will be no more until July.
I will miss them. I also miss the clean bathroom I had forty-five minutes ago.