Went to trim Misty today, only to discover that the clippers had shrunk. I cut her hair only a few weeks ago and everything worked fine, and today the plastic blades wouldn’t stay on the trimmer.
Go figure. They looked tampered with. Tennisfiend repaired them by using plastic ties. I am feeling better about going to the gym now, more relaxed and less self-conscious. Where do I get such volatile self-esteem? Dieting does no good. I used to skip lunch and drop five pounds! Maybe the depression meds are packing on the pounds like they did before?