Kat's Arbitrary Thought Processes

I think I may have finally found a “Hair cut store” in our area.  God bless Toria and Rashonda.  They totally rocked the family hair.

With the AC being out, Geekboy’s hair was too much for his head, and Lil’Chicano’s hair was so long it was pulling the curl right out.  Since there was no way I would take them back to the butcher shop known as the SuperWalmart salon, I googled “hair cut (city, st)” and found a big chain with a local salon.  Awesome.  Rashonda asked about Geek Boy’s hair, “how short?  a 3, 4?”  Then she laughed when I told her, “I don’t know… short?  I’m hair cut challenged, and promised my friend I’d never again touch anyone’s hair again.” (Shout out!  Hey Brandy!)  Seriously though, she didn’t see how badly I butchered the baby’s hair that one time.  It was so bad, I couldn’t even take pictures, not because of my own humiliation, but because of the shame it would have brought my wonderful child to be seen with such hideous hair.  So now, I leave those hair type decisions to the professionals.  Even I got a few inches cut off the bottom of my hair.
In just a few snips of the scissor, or the buzz of the clippers in GeekBoy’s case,  the three of them went from this:

to this:

Check out Lil’Chicano.  From baby boy to big kid in less then 5 minutes.

PS.  Mad Props to the AC Repair Guy.  He fixed it! WOOHOO!  No more trebuchets for us!