I decided that I'd had enough with long hair (again) and it was time to have it all cut off (again). Not to mention the "Can you please get your hair done!!!!" that I was getting from Fiona every other day. To be fair, the re-growth was way beyond acceptable and it had gotten to that length where it drives me nuts so I just put it up all the time. So Friday was the day. I wasn't that sure about it (I know you need to give it a few days) and the next morning when I couldn't get it to do what I wanted, I decided to go back and get it a bit shorter which was a good idea. I'll put some photos up soon. On the way to the hairdressers (the second time) Fiona and I saw a huge brown rat on the pavement in 14th Street. She's completely disgusted by them (I'm not that fond of them either but her dislike is extreme) so when she saw it she freaked out and ended up pushing me into it's path and I felt it brush up against my foot as it ran past. We were in fits of laughter despite how gross it was.
I think I need some new runners.
The other excitement for the weekend (apart from a little incident at a subway which I won't even mention) was that Kiki's first tooth came out. We all had to guess when we thought it would happen.
And guess who won?
Me!!!!!!!!
When I pointed this out Kiki said "You don't have to be right about everything you know."
I told her that I wasn't always right (which is actually the opposite of what I've told her in the past) and that the least she could do was give me a bit of credit for this one thing.
Pigs might fly.
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