Just stop talking and cut lady!

So, I got a bad haircut this weekend. I've been going to the Great Clips near where we live and I've had two girls that have been doing it since we moved in. It's usually fast, done right, and they don't tell me about their problems while I'm getting my hair cut. I'd prefer it that way. This weekend I got some girl that made sure everyone knew she was upset because of all the horrible stuff going on in her life. Okay, she's having a rough week. When I'm having a rough week, I certainly don't tell my customers. It isn't their problem, they can't fix it. I didn't want to know about her viral bronchitus, the assault charges she was pressing, or how much she missed Ohio. Trust me, we'd rather you be in Ohio too. If this is the best you can do. I thought for a while I was just being shallow but from now on I've decided to be shallow. If there are three hot girls cutting hair, and one ugly one - I'm leaving. I always get the three toed sloth that has a truckload of emotional baggage that she chooses to share with everyone. What do I get out of the deal? Hair that's all one length and a comment "Wow, that's short huh?" My instructions are simple. Short on the sides, use a number three guard, leave the top long because I like it that way, and I'm in denial about going bald. Seriously, my entire head looks like it was cut with a number three guard. She didn't listen because when she wasn't coughing she was telling me about having to press charges on some guy and how her brother and uncle were ready to come down and handle the guy. Wonderful. Pay attention to what you're doing! I guess I shouldn't complain because I could have requested one of the hot girls, but I thought "Nope, I won't be shallow. I'm sure she can cut hair just as well." I was wrong. Next time I'm going to be shallow. Shallow is shallow, but hopefully it will get me a decent haircut.

On a lighter note, I've been making progress around the house like nobody's business. I flew home last night and cut my grass, then cut my neighbors front yard because he's out of town and it was three feet tall. This morning I woke up at six to throw grass seed on my newly developed area and clean up a little more around the edge of the yard where I've been cutting back the mess of weeds the jackleg who never mowed his lawn let grow in. I even bought some topsoil and spent about an hour before work this morning looking specifically at stuff that is going to make my lawn come in nice and green. That's dedication. The feeling of accomplishment just can't be beat. I never thought I'd enjoy doing yardwork, but I have this strange feeling of satisfaction that I've accomplished something when I'm done. It's nice. Really it is.