Why yes, I do have my own personal stylist, don't you? This morning I enjoyed a nice hot bowl of oatmeal while having my hair done. Abigail chose the style, and set to work.
When she finished, she told me I looked exactly like a little schoolgirl. Collin set her straight.
"Not exactly," he stated matter-of-factly.
Now, tell me, is 41 too old to leave the house looking like this?