For the first time in my life, I’m praying for somebody to TP my house.
Badly in need of a haircut… And I don’t have a bowl that will fit my head…
I almost shaved yesterday. I know I’m going to sometime. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon. And for the rest of my life…
Alas, I grow weary of finding nostril hairs in my moustache…
Early-stage toilet paper – some work needed. Free to good home. Or even a bad home…