elimination

I am full of grate (haha) to the two huggables who came with me today and listened to my incessant, inconsequential chatter as I had my hair cut. You have no idea how much that means to a person who dislikes trips to salons and endures the treatment as though it's torture.

My new haircut is about as fickle as I am -- it can look decent one moment and in the next it's similar to the grandma next door's hair. I guess that's appropriate, though I wish it'd make up its mind.

Signed,
Redneck (probably only nutnut will understand this)

Not listening to anything. It's late ;)