i finished work early today, and went to the city to see if someone had the time to cut my hair. "only me... and i'm just a student..." said the sweet little girl i asked. i didn't mind her being a student, as i'm quite used to being practised on (when it comes to haircuts). she smiled, said "really?" and sounded surprised. i guess i should have seen that as a bad sign...

when she had found her scissors she started cutting. after a while she went to get one of the real hairdressers to inspect her work so far. the real hairdresser cut all my hair all over again, and said (jokingly i guessed, but she didn't smile) to the student "you could just go outdoors and die". then the student got back to the cutting. after a loooong time it was time for an inspection again. the real hairdresser took a quick look at my hair, and told the student to go and mix something in another room. then she started cutting. she said she was only making some small adjustments, and that i wouldn't even notice the difference, you could only see it if you had a trained eye for haircuts. i admit my eyes are not very trained at all, but they did notice that after the slight adjustments the hair was about 5 cm shorter than before, including the fringe (which means i look like i've been cut by a five-year-old). i didn't see the student again, to thank her for the haircut and the nice chat. she was a sweet girl though, and i hope the real hairdresser wasn't angry with her...

when i got home i made taco pie. i've been nagging about that for days, and finally tommy agreed to have it. i made two mistakes: 1) i looked at the wrong recipe, and started mixing the ingredients for scones instead of pie. i decided that was actually a good thing, as scones are good. and i thought that cooking a pie *and* baking scones at the same time would make me an extra good wife. 2) i forgot the scones in the oven. tommy noticed it when he started to smell the smoke...



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