That's right folks. There is a beautician in the family. Anyone want a haircut?
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, right? I found out the hard way a couple months ago that scissors were no longer safe on the counter. There went a couple articles of clothing. You would think that in my sewing box, on the counter would be ok, right? Wrong! There went a few of my nice pictures that I laminated nicely. Then there was the children's scissors hidden on the counter. Nope, there went a few more pieces of paper. So, I learned my lesson and kept my scissors in my bedroom and my girls are not allowed in my bedroom (there are a few exceptions if they are escorted and watched by me). Then yesterday I was doing some bows with a friend and left the scissors on the kitchen table to go get my crying baby out of the crib, talk to my Mom on the phone and swing Meredith outside to get her to stop crying. Ooops. I came back in to start dinner and looked down. It took me a little while to register what it was and then I wasn't very happy. I'm still upset about it especially because after we went to the real beautician it still looks HORRIBLE. But I'm sure that in a year (after the hair is grown back) it will be plenty funny, so I'm blogging it.
You'd think I'd learn my lesson, right? I found out the hard way a couple months ago that scissors were no longer safe on the counter. There went a couple articles of clothing. You would think that in my sewing box, on the counter would be ok, right? Wrong! There went a few of my nice pictures that I laminated nicely. Then there was the children's scissors hidden on the counter. Nope, there went a few more pieces of paper. So, I learned my lesson and kept my scissors in my bedroom and my girls are not allowed in my bedroom (there are a few exceptions if they are escorted and watched by me). Then yesterday I was doing some bows with a friend and left the scissors on the kitchen table to go get my crying baby out of the crib, talk to my Mom on the phone and swing Meredith outside to get her to stop crying. Ooops. I came back in to start dinner and looked down. It took me a little while to register what it was and then I wasn't very happy. I'm still upset about it especially because after we went to the real beautician it still looks HORRIBLE. But I'm sure that in a year (after the hair is grown back) it will be plenty funny, so I'm blogging it.
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