All we know is that he needs us. Off I go to church, weighted down with vac packs of smoked salmon to share with the congregation. A new kitty and something to give away to make people smile. I'll be well in no time. I picked up the kids from school last night and took them to get their hair cut.
Women go to the salon to get their hair done.
It's something they mark on the calendar. A day they know that will make them happy. A special day that you feel new, pretty, and pampered. To save time, I had the boys appointment made the same time as mine. As far as Bill is concerned, boys get haircuts at the barber.