It was a hair cut morning. Sounds simple doesn't it?
Me- "You need a haircut...you're starting to look like a crazy man!" |
He's Scottish....insults are like mothers milk. He avoids my scissors like the plague. I don't know why....I have no idea. It's just hair! It grows back. He has lots of it. So what if I've messed up in the past. A hairdresser once told my daughter to hide the scissors because sometimes she just can't fix my mistakes.:)
He always wants me to buy an electric thingy. I just don't like them. They aren't reliable..they need oiled and they require electricity. Three strikes against them in my books. So once again it was just me ( I put my glasses on this time) and the scissors. It took 30 minutes to do the job but he looks quite dashing:)
Look after each other.
Hare Krsna.
Kokum Lal
Here is what I use to give Gaura Nitai his yearly haircut....whether he needs it or not!
Om-Made Soap,safety razor,scissors and a comb. |
Just kidding that's not me. |
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