I'm getting my hair cut in a few hours. (Yes, it's that time of year) If I HAD an iPad, I could take it with me, google pictures of the hair style of which I am desirous and just show them to my stylist.
Wouldn't that just be super handy?
I'm thinking of going sort of "Betty Draper." If you know, then you know, otherwise, it's irrelevant. But, being of a certain age (I did just identify the very first of what is likely to be an avalanche of grey hair) and station (who even uses this expression any more?) in life, I do think I can get away with it.
I'm sort of Betty Draper with teenagers at the moment, of course.
We're having one of those brief conversations last night(daughter, son, husband and I) wherein my son turns out to be the culprit for something. I give him THE LOOK. He cringes. "Whaaaaaaaat?" My daughter intercedes: "That's the look women give you when they're blaming you for something with their eyes. You should get used to it. I think you're going to see it a lot."
I love them.
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