Twilight, it’s everywhere
Another weird conversation with that manchild I raised (I swear he’s 21, going on 12). His hair has grown in length on top, now maybe 3 or 4 inches, and he’s sporting sideburns and a scruffy face right now.
Son: “Hey, Mom! Guess who all the girls say I look like when I wear my hair like this?” *combs it straight back*
Me: “Cedward!”
Son: *grins* “I didn’t know my hair had gotten this long.”
Me: *thinking: it’s on your head, how could you not notice* “I’ll be talking to Misti this week. Do you want me to make you an appointment for a haircut?”
Son: *looking in the mirror* “Not until after November 21st, I think I can work this to my advantage.”
Me: *rolls eyes* My dear, you are not that dazzling.”
*sigh* My apologies to womankind, I don’t know where I went wrong with that one.
Anyone want the Twilight soundtrack?

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