Alas, dear readers, I need your fervent prayers.
Daughter, after vowing to never, ever do it again, is doing it again as we speak.
She's getting her hair cut short.
Which means I will hear for weeks on end how it annoys her, it won't stay out of her face, how she misses her pony tail, blah, blah, blah.
Suddenly I long for the days when I did what I wanted to do with her hair and she didn't care, she was too busy watching "Barney".
The good old days, if you will.
I know it's her hair. I know she is almost (choke) twenty-four years old. I know she needs to please herself with what she does to her hair.
If she would only be pleased.
And she will. For a few days.
Then woe to the house on the hill.
Woe be unto us.
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