Yeah, I did not just do that. Sorry. I did not hide in the corner of the kitchen (twice) and eat Oreo cookies so that my toddler wouldn't see me. I also did not bake some oatmeal raisin cookies and decide to share only one with BBZ and eat ALL of the rest. No way, I have waaaay more self control than that...especially when it comes to cookies. At Christmas time. I am not still gasping over the Dexter season finale that was on last night. I realize it is just a show and would never spend parts of my day wondering what will happen to his family. I am not a bot in awe of the writers who manage to make me feel badly for a serial killer and hope that he gets away with murder. I know murder is wrong for any reason and would never think otherwise.
In an attempt to rid BBZ of his growing mullet, I did not use scissors and cut the long hairs off of the back of his head. I did not then spend the rest of the evening deciding that I missed spots and should keep trying to even it out. It was not N who said that his hair looked fine and I should leave it since no one will even notice that it was cut. I am not still obsessing about the little uneven cuts I left. No way. I never obsess about anything!