This past weekend I made cupcakes with vanilla frosting, and colorful sprinkles on the top. I have successfully avoided eating any of the cupcakes. However, today I keep thinking about the cupcakes every five minutes. Should I eat one and just get it over with? Should I stand up to cupcake harrassment and demand that they respect my ayurvedic diet? Should I eat only the cake and not the frosting? Or, visa versa? Ugh, I'm losing my grip.
Well, even though I successfully hid all of the scissors, Mr. B managed to give himself an even better haircut. He found a pair of kiddie craft scissors, the kind that has an odd blade, in this case a zig-zag blade made for cropping papers and photos - NOT HAIR! So now he has zig-zag cuts all over his head, but mostly over the right ear and on the crown of the head. He is clearly a man of distinct style. The only thing left to do is give him another redneck buzz cut. Harrumph.
Mr. B has given himself a trim around the forehead. He looks totally weird. And happy. What a noodlehead. Hide those scissors!
