Hey there friends. I hope that you're having a good weekend.
My wife, my son, and I were having lunch at Panera in Elk River. After lunch, I went into the bathroom to wash my hands. I looked into the mirror and saw that my hair was getting really long and shaggy.
Since there was a hair salon next door, I decided to get my haircut.
I asked for the barber to use the "number 8 clipper." (I thought that's what I usually get!)
Apparently I don't usually get the number eight. The eight cuts way too short. It turns out that my hair was cut as short as it has ever been. I look like I am about to be sent to the gulag!
Pretty short, huh?