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don't get all excited now grams...

but



I'm on the cusp of agreeing with what you've been saying for months now...



that it's about time I think about...



schlepping...



Trevy to the salon for a hair cut.



(really...I was just looking for a fun way to use my newest fave word. Schlep.
Isn't it fun? If you're bored...feel free to leave a creative sentence with your fave word in the comments)

Comments

Anonymous said…
ok I'm gonna call Karen for the appointment.
Anonymous said…
btw I love the new pic of trevy and sweetie petitie
Mrs. M said…
Okay...I'll be all over the schlepping...very useful!
The first hair cut is always the hardest. Despite the style he had re: surgery. There will be tears, Danielle. Take kleenex.
Bup HATES having his hair cut....anything to do with his head and face....and I chaulked it all up to all the EEGs...but this week after his much dreaded appt at which he only cried at the end...HUGE improvement....I figured it out. It's the scissors. He thinks they're going to CUT HIM. As he sobbed, "Don't. Cut. Me!"
The action shot of Trevy and Bristel is adorable! Great capture!!
Colby said…
No, no! Say it isn't so!!!

Not yet!!!!!!!!!!

I'm protesting!!! (Sorry!!)

(LOVING the new look of the blog and swinging photo!!!! BEAUTIFUL!)

Cyndi
Anonymous said…
"Schlep" has been in my vocabulary my entire life.

Good word. Enjoy it.

We don't know each other from a hole in the wall but if total strangers (and lurkers, no less) have ANY say in the matter, no haircut yet, please. He just looks so darn CUTE with the long hair!
Adesta said…
I have to agree....let the hair stay long! He is so adorable and pulls it off so well!
Anonymous said…
I'm another vote for no to haircuts! Husband is thinking about doing Henry's and I'm saying NO!!

Was meant to go to the hospital to get Henry's new inhaler but it was too much effort to schlep all the way there so didn't bother...!

kt x

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