Yeah, Sofia had a mullet. I couldn't deny it any longer. It was bad. I could throw in a bunch of jokes about trailer parks or Tennessee or country music but I won't. Or maybe I just did. I wasn't about to cut it myself because I'm not a hair stylist and I didn't want her to look homeless. So a trip to the salon was in order.
She hated it. Just hated it.
But it looked great in the end. :)
Friday, December 21, 2012
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