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Having a teenage boy must surely be some punishment for something I did in a past life. How else could you explain the pure mental madness I am slipping into. The kid fights me and fights me about something so simple as a haircut. He wanted it completely buzzed, but I'm sorry, the kids melon is just to big and the buzzing really brings out his likeness to a basketball. So, I take him to the local hair lady and she tells him what a good looking boy he is and she told him she will cut his hair how she wants to, and the damn boy loved it, even though it is exactly what I wanted all along. Oye! After the goober gets his haircut, I have her do the princesses hair. That little shit was a perfect angel. I have to cut her hair in the shower because she won't sit still and she just laughed for Sandra. No wonder I have to spend so much on hair color.
Tomorrow, I have to take Erin to the dentist, that should be fun, not. Since she has a heart murmer, she has to take 500 mg of antibiotics before she has a cleaning. How in the hell am I going to get her to keep 4 capsils down, she'll start gagging after the first one. Hubby is the lucky one, he has to work tomorrow, so he won't be going with me, I'll going into battle on my own.
Aunt Pinkie and Uncle Butch will be here tomorrow. That's cool. Mom and Dan are both off next week, so the house will sure be lively.
Well, I guess I need to get off my butt and get ready to wake up Dan, pick up Alex, and then go to Menards. Yeah!
Here are pics of the haircuts, Not a very good idea of Erin's because Sandra braided it.
