Sometimes it really hurts to be a parent. Actually, the word that comes to mind (to substitute for hurts) begins with S and rhymes with ducks. At the moment I would like to run away screaming.
I got my hair cut today. Here are two photos.
Taking up space.
The boy says it's neither better nor worse. I agree. But, it will be easier to take care of & it won't be so hot.
No word from my mother yet.
Now I need to go change clothes & go do something equally lame (in his opinion) - garden. Later.