I'm already paying $35 for a stylist to fix it.
For a kid??? God, that woman needs to get over it!
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I'm already paying $35 for a stylist to fix it.
For a kid??? God, that woman needs to get over it!
I really love the lyrics. They're so bitter and hateful. It reminds me of something someone said about being a villian-that no villian actually thinks he/she is.
oh, yes. I had assumed that the new version was instrumental. My bad.
As a side note, I provide a link to the The myth of the story behind In the Air Tonight For years, I swore that some guy had let Phil's brother drown, and then Phil saw the guy in the audience of a show and wrote the song.
Michelle Obama greets White House tourists:
White House tourists got a surprise Wednesday.
None other than first lady Michelle Obama showed up as their greeter to mark the end of Barack Obama's first year as president.
Mrs. Obama brought the family dog, Bo, to the Blue Room. She spent 45 minutes greeting and hugging many of the 400 guests as they filed in.
Swedish Vallhund puppy cam - born the day before the Shiba B litter.
I'm already paying $35 for a stylist to fix it.
that's good of you. My then BFF Jill and I cut this kid's waist length hair with safety scissors (why yes it did take a long time). Jill was the ringleader, but it happened at my house, so I got in trouble.
Where was he born?
In Toronto, to American parents, and lived there until he was 10. (My grandfather was the manager Swift & Co's Canadian division. One reason he took the job was that my grandmother's father moved from Toronto to Kansas, where they met, but the rest of his family was still in Ontario. One piece of family trivia is that during that period, the Toronto meat packing plant supplied cattle pancreases to Banting and Best.)
In Toronto, to American parents, and lived there until he was 10. (My grandfather was the manager Swift & Co's Canadian division. One reason he took the job was that my grandmother's father moved from Toronto to Kansas, where they met, but the rest of his family was still in Ontario. One piece of family trivia is that during that period, the Toronto meat packing plant supplied cattle pancreases to Banting and Best.)
Hmm. You may technically be Canadian, yourself. There's a flowchart to find out somewhere on Canada's immigration pages.
(I mean, I was, then wasn't, then rose up Canadian again.)
Cash, you're doing more than what's necessary. Without a toddlercam, there's no way to know who did what, and almost every kid is going to say the other one did it (if that's what the friend told her mom). In the end, she wasn't supervising, she left scissors and something sticky around, and the hair will grow back.
If she keeps bringing it up, I'd simply reiterate that you're sorry, and you paid to have her hair professionally cut. In your shoes, I would probably add that it's best if the kids not play together for a while, but that would be just so I could stop hearing about it.
Had her hair ever been cut before, Cash?
Nope. And I get the upset. I totally do. I just can't do anything about it.
If she keeps bringing it up, I'd simply reiterate that you're sorry, and you paid to have her hair professionally cut. In your shoes, I would probably add that it's best if the kids not play together for a while, but that would be just so I could stop hearing about it.
We're definitely not doing any playdates any time soon. But Liv's birthday is coming up in two weeks so we'll have to navigate that one.
I understand that Liv is responsible for the act. But I'm glad it happened at the other child's house because that, at least absolves me somewhat. She mentioned scaring Liv by showing her E's hair tomorrow but honestly, I've gone over this with her and it's not something I want Liv to carry around with her for fucking ever.
I think the mom's gone beyond flipping out like a mammal and reached hysterical.
That does sound like the kind of thing where I can see where the mom might still be flipping out, but she should stop talking about it to you.