In between General Conference sessions last Sunday, I decided it was high time to give my substitutes for babies a hair cut. The Holbs had just bathed them and they were looking especially scruffy and ridiculous. Time to haul out the doggy clippers!
I would show you a picture of Peter Pan being groomed, but Peter Pan is the world's most melodramatic puppy, and grooming him always involves whining and crying and this look of extreme terror on his face.
It is basically the same look The Holbs makes when I inform him I am ovulating.
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