After picking Einstein up from school we stopped at Cutter's Point Coffee to use my "Two-for-One" card. Not to mention, I needed my caffeine fix since I ran out of coffee. I was also meeting a friend to deliver her Pampered Chef Muffin Stone.
I savored my 16 oz. Candy Cane Mocha while Einstein sipped his chocolate smoothie.


Our next stop was Wal Mart to pick up a few ingredients for the salad I'm making for my sister's wedding reception. [Did I mention that my sister is getting married this Saturday? It's just going to be a small ceremony and celebration with a few close friends and family.]
While we were there we made a small detour down the magazine aisle because I was curious to see the spread of the Twilight cast in the December "Teen" magazine. I'm still giggling to myself just as I did while I was skimming through the magazine at the store.
I found what I was looking for right where it should be; by the rest of the teenie bopper magazines. But I had to laugh out loud when I took a few steps and also found a stack by the "women'" magazines. Whoever is in charge of stocking the shelves really knows how to target the Twilight fans, including the moms.

After Picasso got home from school I took the boys to get their hair cut. I decided to take them to a very well-known hair styling franchise that's closer to home. We had good experiences when we went to the same franchise that was a little farther from home, so I figured it would be safe. Boy was I wrong. They don't have nearly as much experience as the other location.
Two different "stylists" (I'm using the term loosely) cut the boys' hair at the same time. At first they asked me the usual question. . ."how do you want it cut?" Then they expected me to know what number clipper the last stylist used to cut Picasso's hair. I didn't know I was supposed to be taking notes.
Then the other stylist started with the questions about Einstein's hair: "Should I cut his sideburns?", "Can I cut his bangs?" Although I've never been asked these questions before, I wasn't suspicious until she asked a third stylist for help. Then Picasso's stylist needed help with his hair too. The first two stylists were commenting on the boys' wicked cowlicks. I understand that they both have coarse hair (they get that from me), but I've never witnessed anyone so challenged to cut their hair before.
Thankfully, Picasso's cut came out "okay," but Einstein came off the chair looking like Richie Rich with his hair parted in the middle. I'll never use the $5 off coupons that I got from today's visit because I won't be taking the boys back there ever again.
As soon as we got home the boys took a bath and washed their hair. I needed to know that I could salvage their haircuts by running a comb through their hair. It looks mediocre. I should have waited until after we take pictures on Saturday to get their hair cut. Thankfully, it's only hair and it'll grow back.
