A Drink and a Haircut

Have I ever told you how much I love my hair dresser?

Being the best hair dresser around, she took a risk and opened her own day spa in this little town. It's simply gorgeous inside. She has six white leather pedicure chairs, six manicure stations, several tanning rooms, complete with a massage area in the back. It's beautiful. And always busy.

And the best part? She goes out of her way to accommodate her clients. She will come in early and stay late...and I am talking 11:00 p.m. late.

I put the kids to bed last Wednesday night and then headed off for my 8:00 p.m. appointment. Coincidentally my cousin showed up with her husband, who also had an appointment. Even better than that?

They brought cocktails!

Have I told you how much I love my cousin?

The four of us chatted, laughed, and drank vodka with cranberry juice while my hair dresser did her magic. I assumed I was her last appointment, but as we poured ourselves yet another drink, in walked her 9:00 appointment. I got a little nervous about the big bottle of vodka sitting on the counter until the 9:00 appt. announced, "My husband had to drop me off...I just had 2 big margaritas at dinner and couldn't drive!" Needless to say, she fit right in with us!

Two hours later, it felt a bit more like a bar than a salon. And I was slightly concerned about each drink my hair dresser took while cutting my hair, but I walked out with a super cute haircut and fresh highlights.

I can't wait for my next appointment!

Is 3:30 too early for vodka?

Rite of Passage

It all started with a simple sticker chart. Each kid has a chart and when a chore is completed without fussing or arguing, they get a sticker.

Not surprisingly, Little Miss filled her chore chart before Cole. Cole really only likes to work when a tractor or other large piece of machinery is involved. Otherwise he is very tired. And often...his back hurts. *eye roll*

So yesterday, when Little Miss filled her chart, we headed to the depths of Hell Wal-Mart so she could pick out her toy.

After an exhaustive search, she finally chose this.



A beautiful, Rapunzel Barbie complete with extensions that can be clipped in and "cut" off. Notice how the Mattel people were nice enough to include scissors.


Do you see where this is going?


Shortly after getting home, I was in the living room. The kids were playing in the back room. Or so I thought. Little Miss comes bounding in, huge smile on her face, "I cut my hair!" For a split second, I thought she meant with the Barbie scissors. And then I took a closer look.

Bangs? Shorter. Right side of her head? Notsomuch looking like the left side of her head. Bald spot in the back? I don't think that was there before.

Ruh-roh.

She is super proud of herself. Thankfully her hair is always a curly mess so it's not SO noticeable.



See? You can't even tell.