Monday, April 22, 2013

Too Much for Monday

It's Monday, I'm tired and my hands are shaking from the d.t.'s. 

Wouldn't you know, my best tipping client just walked in as Margaret was unlocking the salon?! (She is fabulous!)   Now... if I can just focus on perfecting this one last section, I'm done until my next appointment at 3:15. 

Anyone care to help me out so that I can leave early today? 

You might remember seeing Jesse, Jr. in my chair a couple of months ago. His mom says he's been growing his hair, so don't be surprised if he asks for more volume this time. 
Come on! It'll fun!


I. Want. To. Go. Home.

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  1. Oh no...I gave him a glass of Barbicide to make him go away...I'm so sorry. (takes extra handful of pills)

  2. Don't feel bad, Donna. At least he won't be bullied at school anymore...? (You know what they say about me. Always the optimist!)

  3. He seems quite happy here. He's very good with picks and rollers and such.