While on the way to pick up my husband from work, I glanced in the rear-view mirror. In the car behind me was a little blonde girl giving herself a haircut. Not even just trimming her bangs while the car was stopped at a light, which would have been appalling in it's own right. She was driving with her elbows as far as I could tell, scissors in one hand, letting the hair go out the window with the other hand, checking herself from various angles in three mirrors. Snip, snip, swerve. Snip, snip, swerve.
As ironic as it would be if I were to cause a car accident because I couldn't stop looking at the haircut girl, I had to force myself to look away. I hope I didn't miss out on her slamming on the brakes and ending up with scissors in her eye. I'm sure that would have been hilarious.
As ironic as it would be if I were to cause a car accident because I couldn't stop looking at the haircut girl, I had to force myself to look away. I hope I didn't miss out on her slamming on the brakes and ending up with scissors in her eye. I'm sure that would have been hilarious.
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silencia:
Thank you! I actually saw a pair of Coach shoes on the back of a magazine, and instantly thought, "I'm not a shoe person, and I'm poor, but I want those shoes." A week later, Casper and I were walking through a Ross, and I found a black and white knock-off version (what I wore in my set) for $14. Yay!
silencia:
Haha. I pretty much only know how to do line stitching and granny squares. My skills be super limited 