Cutting... things.

So, definition of my life:

I needed to cut something, but as the scissors were out in the car for some reason, I used my cat's nail scissors instead. It took a while longer, but it worked!

Speaking of cutting things, I gave myself a paper cut with my hair... is that even possible? As one Facebook friend duly noted, you can't exactly call it a "hair cut" (haw, haw)

Then, while I was in the shower, Kristen came and asked me if she would borrow my large, awesome, butterfly hair clip. It went something like:

Kristen: I'm borrowing your butterfly hair clip.

*door closes*

Me: NO!

*door opens*

K: why?

M: It breaks easily.

K: It won't break in my hair!

M: But, Kristen, it breaks really easily.

K: Katie, it won't--

*clatter--bouncebouncebounce*

M: What was that?

K: How much was the clip?

M: Oh, I dunno, like $3-4

K: ...Can I pay you back?

One of the teeth broke off... lol.

She did not borrow it.

Kathryne