I had days off Sunday and Monday and accomplished quite a bit despite of the dreary weather. I made some changes in my dental insurance first thing on Monday morning, personally delivered S’ CD to our local radio station as requested by the station manager. She said she received about 10 CDs a week but most of them don’t make the grade. The fact that she took interest in listening to it is enough to make me happy. Will update you on what she has to say about the CD when I hear from her. She said to give her a week and promised to get a hold of me.

I also finished wrapping the presents for my dear in-laws and are now in the mail stream –thanks to my husband. Since he was in the groove of helping, I delegated the task of sending Christmas cards in care of him with no objection whatsoever–first time he has ever done it. Now, all that is left is putting up of Christmas tree, and wrapping presents for my daughters. My husband volunteered to mount the Christmas tree tomorrow, and so all I have to do is to spruce it up. How is that for a teamwork?

Though, there was a catch. He had been bugging me since last week to cut his hair. I worked 6 days last week so I didn’t have time. And no, I am not a hairdresser. For the past months, I have been watching a hairdresser friend of mine at Wal-Mart cut people’s hair at least 5 to 10 minutes a day during my lunch break. For some reasons, I have this fascination and inclination about hair-cutting. When I look at people’s hair, I tend to analyze their hairstyle and conjure in my mind on how to go about it if I were to cut it myself. Then one day, when I felt I was ready to venture into it, I asked my husband to buy me a set of hair-cutting tools. Whoa, talking about confidence! Well, practice makes perfect right? And my husband doesn’t mind to be under my 10 inexperienced and clumsy fingers. Not only that, he saves $10 per haircut plus tip.

Tang tada dang—here are the pictures. What do you think?

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He has a cowlick right above his ear that is why the hair is thin in this area.

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I wanted to wet his hair so I could get a good grip of his hair to better style it but he refused.

This was the second time I cut his hair, the first time was at my friend’s house. E, convinced enough that there was nothing wrong with my husband’s haircut, took a chance, too, and let me cut her hair. Hahaha! She later went to a retired hairdresser friend of hers to make sure that I didn’t murder her hair. The hairdresser ran her hands through E’s hair and said that I did it perfectly. What a confidence booster! Yessss!

Who’s next?