would I be up and out of my yummy bed with soft clean sheets on a Sunday morning at the CRACK OF ASS. . . so I could drive to Granite and sit with my Dad, my crazy MeMe, and my aunt and uncle from California.
I am such a sucker.
Gave the Wonderboy a haircut yesterday. Very cute, more up to date, kind of choppy on top, messy. I put some stuff in it to make it kind of messy, and in bewteen the ooo’s and aahhhh’s of his mom and BonusMom and myself about how stinkin cute he is, and how he looks like the Jerry McGuire kid, he turns and promptly says:
“well. I think my hair looks horrible. I WANTED it short to my head.”
(short to his head being smooth and not spikey.)