One of the most obvious things I inherited from my father, other than the shape and length of my body, my chin, my forehead, my ears, and that highly flammable sense of righteous indignation that usually erupts in the middle of 1) the local news, 2) traffic, and 3) phone calls with customer service personnel [...]
… that she refuses to let me use to pull her hair back from her face, hair that constantly falls into her ketchup at dinnertime. So we had to do something with them.
We were noticing a little bit more of Chuck’s hair lying around on the dark hardwood floors than is usual and so decided it was time for another round with The Furminator. Folks, I do not own stock in this company, they are not paying me to write this, I have nothing to do with [...]