When you only have half a head of hair but still manage to wake up with embarrassingly crazy wild hair. I was told I reminded someone of a troll, nice.
I had to get my wild mane tended to, it's been way too long, so I did the trek
out to my girl out in Whitby and got my hair done.
Sat around while the magic on my head did it's thing.
Viola.... I'm socially presentable again.
No more wild child hair with split ends and roots that
stretch for miles in what limited hair I have.
Can't head to my hometown with out stopping in to see my Papa Bere
and to cash in on some authentic and original big Bere hugs!!!
Balboa ended up coming out to Whitby, to make a
special appearance and for some Bere hugs.
Balboa was accompanied to Whitby by Skittles who also got a Bere hug
and then he joined us for a dinner at the Polish Paradise.
I knew I'd be late for training tonight when Papa Bere mentioned apple pie and then I knew training would be a total no go when he asked me to prepare it for us all. But it was finding this necklace that sealed the deal with calling off tonight's training -- a necklace I had given my mom many, many years ago.
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