The Boys Get Haircuts

A whole bunch of our family members are leaving on Wednesday to attend a wedding in Virginia Beach, Virginia. My niece is getting married on the beach on Saturday, the 27th.

I got a phone call about 11:30 a.m. It was my daughter. "I'm cutting Merrick's hair in a few minutes. You want yours cut?"

Yes, I do.

Since we're heading into U.S. Navy territory (the groom is a Navy man)...I got mine cut high and tight. I love it when the enlisted men look at me, and have to wonder if I'm ex-military or not. (I'm not.) I also like it when they address me as "Sir."

Perhaps Merrick and I should practice our salutes.