Mom, make the appointment now, or you'll forget

Jennifer called me up today about 10 am, so I answer the phone, thinking something is wrong, when no, in fact, she just wants to chat, and seen if I've made her hair appointment at the Auburn SuperMall HairMasters yet, with Jessica.

No in fact, I have not. It seems like fires needed to be put out at work the last few days the minute I walked in the door. She really doesn't care.

"Could you please do it ....now? Or you'll forget and we'll be having this conversation again tonight."

Fine, fine. Dialing now.

Grumpiness over haircut

After hitting the hairdresser yesterday to cover up some gray - Phantom of the Opera tickets tonight, and a 30 year high school reunion next week - Jennifer wanted a trim.

She wasn't happy with the haircut if you received. The millimeters were trimmed all in the wrong places. I told it would grow back in time for the homecoming dance.

She moped on the way home, and wouldn't answer. Common, she's going with girls anyway, so who cares.

"I'm going with girls if a guy doesn't ask me mom," she snaps back.

Fine, but your hair still looks...fine.

Thawing a bit, she decided to make an appointment the day of the dance to get curls everywhere, just no cuts.