cutting the few hairs he has left

Earlier today I was worrying about what jparks story I would have to tell tonight. I mean, I'm sure there are many, many things I could say that would entertain and maybe make our Mom's slightly uncomfortable but I was having trouble pulling one out of my memory.

And then jparks came home today and asked if he could shave his head. With his beard trimmer. And if I could do it. And that, folks, is what I call blog posting goodness.

I think all I need to say is that the beard trimmer quit most of the way through leaving this on the back of jparks' head.



He was not happy, but he was very itchy. And I laughed so hard I snorted. Ah, good times.