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Hair, day eight

Last week I went to the dentist and was paired with a new hygienist. As she draped the bib around my neck she said, “I absolutely love your haircut!” “Wow, thanks!” I said. “I’m growing it out, actually. This is the in-between stage.” Without any…

January 16, 2012


Marlo sleeps with seven stuffed animals. Seven. If one of those seven goes missing, well… let’s just say that Chuck better get used to sleeping in a crib.

Holiday road

Hardly anyone was out on the roads this morning because of the holiday, including snow plows. It’s a wet snow and I took a turn a little too wide and ended up perched on a curb. Luckily no one was around to see how many…