I got my hair trimmed on Saturday. I think in about a week I'll really like the cut. Right now, it's a little too short. Don't you hate that? I feel a little like a freshly shorn sheep (or as I imagine they would feel after a shearing.)
Whenever I get my hair cut, I think about my stylist's poor mother. She had three children. When the third child was born, the first child was 27 months old. CAN YOU IMAGINE? I can't. My first child was 44 months old and I couldn't believe that 3 children in 44 months was possible.
My back is not happy at all today.
I need to get back to my report now.
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