How not to lead a horse to water
Jeanine finally raised the topic of a haircut. I needed one.
She claimed I looked like a Lego man…
So after an hour of trying to trick me into following her to the hair dresser, she finally managed it.
She guilted me into it by going in, making an appointment, and phoning me.
The Hairdresser was heavily pregnant, which just made me feel even more guilty.
She guilted me into it by going in, making an appointment, and phoning me.
The Hairdresser was heavily pregnant, which just made me feel even more guilty.
Posted: April 27th, 2008
at 4:06pm by daffy
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