Rumfork Sages

I have heard in the past that bad hair cutting is punishable by death, and therefore I must kill the beautician that recently worked on my hair. Is that fair? Not really. I'm the one that picked out this haircut. I'm the one that said, "Sure, you can go a little shorter than that!" I'm the one that is so female that I am still complaining about a haircut days after the horrific affair when I know that it doesn't look that bad and will grow back no matter how bad it seems. Dare I upload a picture of this monstrosity? I dare, I dare. My head lost a good three pounds on Monday and I just can't seem to adjust. I'm surprised there was that much brain in there to begin with!

Hideous.

So, funny times in the Namsor household tonight. We were discussing two different bags of meatballs that we have bought from Sams Club. One of them weighs more and the other seems healthier for you. As we read through the instructions of the newer, healthier meatballs we noticed that you have to add some water. We made sure they were precooked, which we had not done with the other bag. My dad paused and then asked, "What about the old bag?"

I cleverly responded with, "No, she didn't come with any instructions." Aha. Aha. AHAHAHAHAHA!

If customers didn't use something along the lines of that every time I asked if they wanted a bag for something those words never would have come out of my mouth. OH MY GOD, HAIR!