What day is it again?

Alright, so things have calmed down a bit. The boy is down for a nap and I have about 20 minutes until I have to leave to go pay someone to punish my body for all that bad stuff I keep eating (okay, AND drinking. I still contend that scotch contains no calories, but no, my trainer says that's not true - 'go do a thousand sit-ups and then run in place for a half hour while I throw tennis balls at your head'). Anyway, here are some more haircut pictures of Z.

Before:















$15 later (WHAT!):




















For that price you would think that there would be a live clown frightening the children or monkeys swinging from the rafters, but no, just a couple of really nice ladies with more patience than I think I've seen in the last 10 years. Hmmm... maybe $15 isn't that outrageous after all.

So, that's it for now, but I am planning on starting up a few new recurring segments here (i.e. actually starting to do what I had originally intended to) in the next week or 2. I'm planning on posting reviews of movies, albums, random crap that no one but me cares about on a fairly regular basis. I know, just what the net needs - more reviews! But these will be different, really they will! These will cause the heavens to split and fire to rain down upon us all!

Alright, I'm lying to you. These will be just like any other reviews out there, except you probably won't recognize anything I'm talking about, and it will all be based on a thousand point scale that is determined through a complex of angry household pets, broken yardsticks, alcoholic beverages, one raw egg and, oddly enough, opinions formed within my brain. Okay, you caught me lying again, my brain will not be involved in any form whatsoever.