Pizza and A Haircut

After dealing with the disappointment of not finding a car, my husband and I felt that we needed to do something as a family to refresh our positive outlook today (which has been dwindling). So, I decided we needed to go get new haircuts. Sounds drastic to some people, but getting a haircut where we live is a really pleasurable experience.

We have this lovely little salon run by the sweetest young woman. She gives the best haircut in three counties and she is a dear friend. She knows both sides of our family intimately, as she does most families in town. And our little one loves her. She's part hair dresser, counselor, cheerleader, and personal consultant. It may be a little odd that we have such a close relationship with the hairdresser, but that's the way things are here. She did the hair for all the men and women of our bridal party on my wedding day and also my sister-in-law's wedding. She even came to the house to trim my hair after I had gotten home from the hospital with our little one. She is a very special person.

The only problem is that this salon only takes walk-in's so if you want to get your cut, you might wait awhile. While you wait, you can run into every female and male counterpart in the community. Everyone talks and shares. Just so happened that my mother-in-law had the same idea this morning and we ran right into her. Small towns.

With new hair cuts we felt new and clean and ready to take on the day. While we waited, I called ahead to the local pizza joint and ordered a real treat: take-out cheese pizza and a salad (almost never done in our family). Pizza and a haircut. Family favorites, family visits, and good friends.