It has been a few months since my last hair cut, at least. Around November I guess. It's never urgent for me to get a haircut, but I didn't want a big chunk of time in order truly relax - and we played it by ear as to whether I'd get my haircut done today.
Tuana was running a low fever and had been up in the night, but once I got her to sleep I figured she'd sleep well. I went to the hair dresser ... with Tomris.
My normally blissful experience wasn't so blissful. Tomris was good, and cute, and it was fun to spend the time together. But she climbed on me, and off me, and on me again. She kicked her legs, my chair and me when she was on me. She hardly spoke - which was unusual, and kicked a balloon around. The hair dressers sat her down and curled her hair. They were the ones that cut it last time, but I didn't want it cut again ... and now with the curls and the short hair she looked like a grown woman.
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