Who are we that You should notice us; mere mortals that You should care for us?
For we are like a breath of air; our days are like a passing shadow. (Ps 144)
...Here are just a few captured moments from our lives...
Thursday, December 08, 2005
I Sleep With My Hairdresser
Last night, I cut Rod’s hair. And then, equipped with an old fitted sheet (as a cape), dollar store scissors, and a chopstick, he did the same to me.
2 comments:
Hey that's cool. I cut Janice's hair, too. She says it looks professional. But I don't cut them with chopsticks.
Ooops, hair is a non-count noun. That means 'them' should be 'it.'
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