Mr. Blue...one of the things I admire the most about men is their willingness and ability to be in the same room with a stranger who has a straight razor in his hand. Especially when said straight razor is going to be in the vicinity of both the carotid and the jugular. It's impressive. I don't trust people quite that much.
I'm letting my hair grow out, too, Panky. After years of short hair, I've decided to let be longer. How much longer I haven't quite decided yet.
When I was little, my mother cut my hair. The poor woman could never quite get fastened down on the fact that hair shrinks when it dries. Hence, I always had those tiny, ugly bangs that made me cry. I swore I'd never do that to my own kids. When it came time for one of my daughters very first haircut, I took her to a salon. The hairdresser put the seat across the arms of the chair and my two-year-old sat on it. The hairdresser looked at me and said "how does she want it cut?" I replied "ask her." The hairdresser looked puzzled, and enquired. My toddler explained in great detail how she wanted her hair cut. It took the hairdresser some time to get her lower jaw up off the floor.
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