Funny Fellas

I forgot to write about Cason dance-tormenting Paige yesterday. I made her a sandwich for lunch, and let her eat it while watching a movie in the living room. So she set her plate on the floor. A minute later I heard her yell, so I ran over just in time to see Cason dancing over her, and then he lifted his foot up and stomped her sandwich twice. He'd probably already done it once since she was yelling. Ha. He looked happy too, like he wasn't even doing it to be mean. Although he sure didn't stop when she got upset.

Jess made me laugh last night too. It took me like a decade to start liking having curly hair, and then it started getting less curly. So now it's just slightly wavy. People ask me all the time where Paige gets hers. It's weird. I finally found somebody who's supposed to be good with curly and wavy hair, so I have an appointment to get a cut in a week or so. The guy is in Scottsdale, so I told Jess I'm nervous to go in and feel like a lowly peasant with all the richies. I get all scared about weird things like that, so he of course makes fun of me. He told me the guy will probably take one look at me, laugh at me in disgust, and then purposely give me a terrible haircut. Then he and the other stylists will get in a circle around me and shove me back and forth while I stumble around with my new ugly haircut. I couldn't stop laughing at the thought. Maybe just because we'd barely finished our final coat of drywall and it was 2 am, so we were delirious, but still I thought it was hilarious.