The Final Cut
Now you see it.
Now you don't.
Imagine a face much sadder and somber than the one in the mirror. That was mine when he asked me to chop it off. The last locks of his long flip are finally gone. A year and a half of growth is still sitting in my bathroom garbage can. I can't part with it yet :( With Spring Training so close, Adam's pitching coordinator advised him to get rid of the mullet - because it would cause Adam unwanted attention from the big leaguers. And Adam's not that kind of guy. But...we didn't find any time for the barber on Sunday, so, at 7:30 AM yesterday, I grabbed my craft scissors and went to work on the first chunk of hair I've ever cut. I can't say it was the prettiest result, but it would do just fine until he got to a real stylist later in the afternoon. Sigh. He obviously can wear ANY type of hair-do, but I'm partial to the flip and I can't wait until it grows back! For now though, it's better - especially in the Big League clubhouse. I don't know if I'll ever really understand why the guys make such a huge deal out of hair, but they do...and until Adam's pitching in the Bigs, he probably shouldn't have a Euro Mullet. Booooo.
Just another Conley dinner. And no, the SEVEN tacos on the cookie sheet aren't mine!
I live with a human pig.
*Oink*
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