Well, Nyffy and I took our long awaited date to Supercuts.

I have a motto I like to use after every haircut I get. "It'll grow out." It's not that I'm unhappy about my haircut. It's nothing that a few days of growth can't solve. Hair just never seems to look good right after it's cut. We had a sweet lady cut our hair named Adrian. Chris talked about how his little sister Abby was almost the same age as Adrian's nephew. I talked about how it had been a long time since I had heard Michael W. Smith (it was playing on the radio). I also talked to her about what church she attended. After the conversation and the ridiculously long time it took to get my hair cut, I tryed to avert my eyes from the 20 people waiting who were probably thinking it was my fault it took so long.