It’s…different, from other hair. It doesn’t feel the same. I don’t get the same joy cutting my own that I get when cutting another’s luscious locks. I don’t…feel naughty at all, actually.
My dear, I do not think I could stop myself at “just a trim.” Oh no, definitely not. I’m afraid I wouldn’t be able to help myself from getting a little naughty.
I’ve always been very good with English, second only to my talents in barbering.
I believe many of my
customers followers have enjoyed the grand rhyme I put together, which documented my holiday with my Aunt and her darling Courage.
If you search my tag, I daresay you’ll find at least a dozen renditions. My loyal
customers followers do so love a good rhyme.
Oh, my dear.
I’m afraid there may be nothing left.
That’s so naughty of me, but I certainly can’t help it.
Not that I should like to try.
When there is a will, there is a way, my Aunt Muriel used to say.
And I may be feeling a certain way, so I suppose it could be done.
I just can’t seem to help myself.
Even my landlords can’t figure out why exactly…
My dear Anonymous,
I am quite put out that you feel that I am a “scary dude.” I’m sure dear Courage doesn’t feel the same—he’s such a sweet little doggy.
As for the shaving…just one glance at his perfect, lush fur and I’m sorry to say that I felt a little, well, naughty.
Freaky Fred from Courage. D: He is so creepy!
Now, that’s not very nice.
I would say I am much more naughty than creepy. But perhaps that is simply my feelings on the matter?
I am so delighted that I’m not the only one.
And he safely arrived in Canada the other day. *grins*
Goodness! First artwork and now sculptures. Oh, and I do look so delightfully naughty, too!
It pains me that you have yet to forgive me for that one, little hair cut.
I do admit, however, it was entirely naughty of me to not ask permission first. Perhaps we could call it a folly of youth?
But your hair, oh dear, how could I resist?
With much love,
I do hope you are all right?
Though, I do believe I will take your advice.
How strange!! I just received a message from my lovely Barbara and I just simply don’t know what to do with myself…
…Do I answer it?
I don’t know if she could ever forgive me for being doing something so naughty to her.
Fred is adorable.
Why, thank you! I’m feeling all warm and fuzzy inside…
Or perhaps I am just feeling a little bit naughty.
I really shouldn’t let these sorts of things go to my head.
But it is so difficult.
Courage: Adorable?! He shaved me bald!
I really only did it out of love, my dear doggy.
How could I resist?