For Pastor Michael, who didn't believe that I don't have any gray. See, no gray. I dye my hair purely for narcissism. You can believe that, I'm sure! Ha! Miss my church so much.
I took the two big kids for hair cuts today. It was exactly like an American experience, other than no one else there spoke English, and they used what appeared to be an shop vac to literally vacuum the water out of their hair. It cost exactly what I pay at Salon 7 to get their hair cut. Even in France, my kids continue to be obsessed with their reflection in the mirror. Curtis assures me they get that from my side of the family.
Next, Sam, friend and hair dresser extraordinaire, sent me the materials and instructions to touch up my roots. Curtis would have to apply the dye. There are no words to convey Curtis' lack of enthusiasm to partake in dyeing my hair.
Curtis, B.S., M.S., P.E., available for all your hair care needs. His prices are outrageous but he throws in a bunch of attitude, eye rolling and heavy sighing for free!
Sam, he also complained that I move around too much! I told him I get that a lot! He agrees with you that I am also his most difficult client :)
But did they nick either of them? That's why they like Grammy to do it, sometimes I don't even cut them!
ReplyDeleteThere was zero blood shed.
DeleteLooks like all the boys enjoyed their hair day. Saw B aiming his umbrella. Tell him I have a new weapon he can try out after he gets back!!
ReplyDeleteIm a pacifist! Weaponry talk isnt gonna get me to OK any faster! But it will get my kids there!
DeleteIt looks like Myer enjoyed the hair dryer more than Beckett. Your hair looks amazing as always.
ReplyDeleteLove, Amanda