Do Not Tell Me
I cut my hair and dyed it this morning.
On the way out of the bathroom I snipped another piece off.
My eagle-eyed-first-and-last-husband said “Don’t tell me you cut your hair with my kitchen shears.”
So I didn’t.
I just put them into the knife block.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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