So he did very well today – we had several stops to make before my haircut. As the stylist finished cutting, I mentioned I’d book for Tuesday for some streaks. “I can do it now, next client canceled!”

Looked over toward Wayne, he was reading a magazine, content.

So now my curls are “blonder” in a flash! It sure helps when people do stuff like that. Living where we do adds nearly an hour to appointments – one way! Thank you, thank you, thank you.

After all this, we deserved DQ ice cream. Oh, yeah. I had a hot fudge sundae, but only a medium.
Wayne had a medium chocolate dipped cone. We patted our tummies in satisfaction and carried on homeward.