I love getting my hair cut, trimmed, styled . . . brushed even. However, I do not love getting that weighty stare as the hairdresser sees what he has to work with: true, natural, God-given curly hair. Excuse me for my unfortunate genetic schematics. When I was born, I had no intention of offending you. […]
you’re not always the sharpest tool in the shed. Cheers! L.
I might be a little too old for you. Cheers! L.
we’re never on the same page. Cheers! L.
you don’t always love yourself. Cheers! L.