Well, I was gratefully on duty yesterday, so I really didn’t expect to see anyone other than my angelic grandchild and her parents.
My husband is used to seeing my mess, thrown up on my head and clipped out of my eyes. And really, it didn’t matter. However, after my wonderful son-in-law showed up to claim his child, and after we transported the goods, I had the opportunity to gaze at my visage.
Bad news. I need a haircut.
Good news. I know how to cut hair! Just a little skill I picked up via a “Krafty” friend in college. It’s good to employ those abilities and stay fresh. Bonus – I don’t charge for the service. However, cheerful banter is accepted.