Every time I go into the bathroom I cut my hair more. It's time to move the scissors that beckon me from the shelf beside the sink. Now I have the same haircut I gave both kids year after year until they left home. I grab a clump of hair, pull it up over my head, and cut straight across. What I do in the back is anybody's guess. I may have gone over the edge to where I need to wear a hat all the time, which wouldn't be bad. I have a big wardrobe of hats, and all of them look better than my hair.
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