This morning a fathers REAL nightmare! Melissa limps over and tells me, Dad, I need you to cut the knots out of my hair. It was if Ali had uppercut me across the jaw! Visions of curses, swimming in eternal hatred filled my mind. After two weeks in ICU, the knots were as big as my fist! My God! I called my friend on SEAL Team Six and asked what he did before jumping into combat. He gave me breathing exercises, but finished with, buddy, Id never do that, and hung up. Instead of the exercises, I drank scotch. We started. The sweat ran down off my bald scull and into my burning eyes. The sound of the scissors slicing through her once long treasure will be with me forever. Ten minutes later, we were done. She got up, walked to the mirror, took a look, came back, saying softly, not bad. Any of you girls need a style?
Posted on: Sun, 27 Apr 2014 17:55:28 +0000
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