Enjoy this audio simulation of the haircut Kelly's getting right now at Moxie. As you listen, let your imagination run wild. See the orphaned clips of her hair floating gently to the floor. Feel the warm afternoon sun streaming in the windows. Hear the robust hubbub of Snelling Avenue traffic. Smell the Paul Mitchell hair products, bottles all neatly lined up in their racks, ready for action like a really stylish militia. "They gave us these raw kids, and we turned them into fashion soldiers," says General Mitchell, his voice husky with repressed emotion, his eyes teary beneath the shining helmet of his hair. "They didn't think they had it in them, but we knew they'd go far. I have to say, this group really gelled."
We have two urgent search objectives these days: a suitable chew toy for the Bucket, and an officiant for the wedding. For the former, we're looking for something that will give her a legitimate outlet for her oral fix and redirect her from chewing on cardboard, paper, or Flea. What is she, a dog? Apparently so. Anyway, she's been on a real paper-shredding tear lately. Hello? PetCo? Do you stock titanium mousies?
For the latter, we're thinking of something affordable, maybe with a dab of flair, and preferably in a non-denominational or secular model. Gender is not an issue. A meaningul connection to our lives would be nice. Friends who've always wanted to pursue their internet M.Div. are encouraged to apply.
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