About two months ago, Bobby was going to get a haircut and run some errands. I told him that while he was gone, I also was going to get my hair cut. However, I changed my mind, but he didn't know I had changed my mind. When he got home, this is how the conversation went:
Bobby: Your hair looks nice.
Me. : I didn't get my hair cut.
Bobby: Oh. Well, I tried.
So this morning when he left to play golf I told him that this afternoon I'm getting my hair cut, colored and highlighted. He wanted to know:
Bobby: Should I tell you your hair looks nice? Are you really going this time?
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I love those pearls Mrs. Cleaver!
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