Owen cut a big ol' honking hole out of his hair yesterday while his father was getting Gibson down for a nap. If you're a parent, you've no doubt been here.
I believe we can safely eliminate "hair stylist" from possible future careers for Owen.
Lily is going to call our friend Melissa here in just a few moments. If you live in Tallahassee and haven't met Melissa, you need to. She's not only genius with scissors, she's sweet and funny and she's the wife of our beloved Juancho.
I hope she has some time to see us today. I asked Lily to see if Melissa can trim my hair too. It's ridiculous, this hair of mine. It's starting to get hard to brush the tangles out of and that hasn't been a problem since the invention of cream rinse (and forget the iPhone- cream rinse is the best invention of the past one hundred years in my opinion) so you know it's too long.
I think a trip to town to go get our hair trimmed would be just the thing I need. It is a beautiful, cool day here in North Florida. The air feels all kissy. Oh, it's going to get up to 90 later on but right now this second? We are blessed.
All right. Here's something I saw on the TV last night. It's an advertisement for some sort of ham and I don't know about that but the grandfather in it charmed me to pieces.
"Grandpa, where do we go when we die?"
Let's all have a good day.