Well the food was really good, my wife really made the recipe come alive, it was delicious. What about the hair cut? Well, there was crying and cursing the hairdresser, even if we told her that it look good, we told her that her hair was going to grow back...no dice! That hairdresser has been cursed for a hundred years!
But now she's feeling better knowing that tomorrow her friends are going to like it and she will have a story of pain and suffering, even now she's started to smile and laugh, she likes her hair but fuck the hairdresser, her name is going on the death note...she's dead!
Stupid hormones!
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