Said Ashley, my 21-year-old super model of a hairdresser: “That’ll be $66.”
“66?!” I asked. “For a one-inch trim and a bottle of shampoo on clearance?”
“Oooooh, sorry,” she said. “I forgot the blow-dry. That’ll be $75.”
The bigger question…for $75, shouldn’t I be the one who looks like a super model?
What’s better in the near ninety-degree humidity than one dog’s hot breath in your face in another’s wet nose behind your knee?
Nothing says fall like being pelted in the head by an acorn from an altitude of a hundred feet. Whose ingenious idea was it to put up a playscape under a canopy of oak trees, anyway?
Anna’s ensemble today consisted of blue pants, a “Little Sport” bib and a “Daddy’s Little Helper” Bob the Builder T-shirt. None of this sissy stuff for my girls! Now, if we could only get her brother to stop playing with her dollhouse…