Took J this am to the barber in the hood. She buzzed it like I asked, but made that line thing across his forehead that hispanic and black boys seem to sport, He hates it and told me that I put a rectangle on his head. So, I will take him back and I hope they can fix it (like everything else, it was not done right the first time- he does look funny).
Step 2 I went to Extreme" to get my and M's hair cut. Hers looks cute, mine not so much. The woman talked me to death about coloring it and layering it and did not mind that I told her that I was not getting anything that required maintenance. This is one of the reasons (besides the fact that I am busy and cheap) that I avoid beauty sessions- I do not want to chat, ie be tortured by the hairdresser. She told me "do not let yourself go, just because you have kids" (she was dressed like an Albanian hooker, so she should know) and when she finished chopping off a foot (literally) added "it is your fault that it does not look better because you would not let me give you layers." I am happy I spent my hard earned money there to be put down by a hairdresser with tons of unsolicited advice.
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