Monday, May 25, 2009

Snippity, Snappity, Clappity

So Dan asked if I could trim his hair. Sure, of course I will. How hard can it be. So I gathered my tools...............No comb? Oh well. Combs are for babies. I can do this solo.And so I began my career in hairdressing. Until 'whoops'. There was no going back.
The aftermath. And the end result. Not too bad, in fact I kind of like it. But I still don't think Dan will let me near him with the clippers again.Dan's mom is going to KILL me.

2 comments:

Sharon said...

Oh, I almost passed out!!! Tho I think I kind of like it. He's now in sinc w/Mr. Mike. Tho you might be right about Miss Jenny:)

Mom

Ronda said...

He doesn't look like he'll murder you at this moment. Really, he carries it well

However, you'd better make yourself scarce today or set up a roadblock on 70. Jenny is going to get you!

Thanks for the family bonding around our computer this morning, Mr. Dan.