It was destiny.

My friends, I hate to apologize for not blogging.  I hate doing this for a lot of reasons:

1.  I know it won't mean anything because I will go through a dry spell again and feel obligated to apologize again.

2.  I know nobody feels personally offended that I am not updating them with random nuggets of joy from my life.

3.  There is no written rule on how to blog.  And in those non existent rules there is definitely not one that says blogging must be consistent.

overkill? ok

So to tide you over until I find something mind blowing to blog about, here is a story.  A picture story, you know, the best kind!


So once upon a time....
I had my friend Madison over to my house.  Now Maddy (my pet name for him) was on his way to a far away land called Thailand.  He needed an appropriate haircut for going somewhere tropical, scuba diving and getting dengue fever.  A buzz cut, if you will.  Somewhere deep inside of me my future hairstylist was pushing to the surface.  I knew my dad had some ancient clippers and I decided to take Maddy's hair fate into my own hands.  After all, how hard is a buzz cut?

Part way through the cut the clippers pooped out on me.  Tipping the scale of an already precarious situation towards disaster. 

Oh, Maddy, I'm so happy that you were my friend after this situation.  And I'm really glad that you still let me cut your hair.

(....Don't worry about my sickly complexion.  I don't think orange was my color.)

I love you!

Tune in soon for something interesting, I'm sure.