I sometimes wonder how clumsy I would be if I had a lesser tendency to zone out. I also wonder if my IQ isn’t in part responsible for said zoning out. Zoning out gets me in trouble at school with some of the teachers, but more importantly, it makes Blair furious at me sometimes… like right now.
It is Saturday. She has come over, as per usual, to hang out and play her favorite game with me - the hairdresser game. Indeed, she has a passion for everything hair-related, from cuts to styles, from scissors to brushes, and she takes it out on my poor hair.
Okay, I am exaggerating a little bit… for she is skilled, so much, in fact, that the way she handles my hair is soothing. As for the result, it’s never disappointing.
So, she is styling my hair in an up-do, all for my pleasure and her per
