(Dad in 1956~~thanks Aunt Mary)
Today is my dad’s birthday.
He is 59 today.
We got together to celebrate his birthday on Saturday.
Celebrations always center around food.
A bit of story telling.
With some laughter thrown in for good measure.
Happy Birthday, Daddy.
Much love from us all.
The girl begged me to cut her hair.
Truly! because while I can cut a man’s hair like no body’s business…girls hair is a mystery to me.
She begged and begged.
She used those sad sweet eyes on me.
She knows my weakness.
So I made her raise her right hand and swear that she would not be angry when I messed it up.
So I cut her hair.
Then I promptly took her to the salon to have it fixed.
I tapped my stylist on the shoulder and said “I need you to fix it.”
Stylist: What did you do this time? Did you cut your hair?
CC: No, hers~~pointing to the girl.
Stylist: Not again!
CC: Sorry. She begged, and your such a great fixer.
Stylist: You need your scissors taken away.
CC: giggling ~~I know! I know!
How can I resist a face like this?