Whew! I’m glad Valentine’s season is over. I’m sick of the mushy, smoochy, lovey-dovey attitude we’ve all had to have. Now we can finally go back to arguing with friends and family, and not loving our neighbors. We can resume being rude and ill-tempered to strangers. The pressure is off to pretend we’re nice people. I feel better already.🤡
Bow Tie o’ the Day and I took condiment Cufflinks o’ the Day to sit with Suzanne for lunch at her office– just in case she needed ketchup and/or mustard on her yogurt. She did not. But it’s good to be prepared even if you’re not an official Boy Scout.
While I was at her office watching Suzanne eat, I informed her it’s time for her to help with my stoopid hairs. Some days, I’m just gonna put her in charge of my head fur. Lower your expectations though, because I haven’t had even a trim since May, as per your votes. Suzanne will only be able to do what she can do with the mop I’ve got. She is not a miracle worker with hairs, although she is a miracle worker regarding everything else.
I’m sure the hairdos will mostly end up silly, and maybe even mystifying. What’s new? I had to make Suzanne a deal though, to get her to be my hairstylist. She made me promise to NEVER let y’all vote on anything to do with my head hairs again.