My Haircut

I remember what it was I was going to write about, having to do with my haircut. Not that it’s important, but I’ll share it now:

As he was using the razor on the back of my head, and trimming the sideburns and all that, he trimmed the hair in my ears. This, ladies, and gentlemen, is proof positive that I’m getting old. I never knew I even had hair in my ears, but I actually had enough that the guy felt he needed to control it a bit.

I think I need to blog more often. Soon I’ll be so old and decrepit that I won’t be able to lift my fingers to type on the keyboard anymore. Who will continue the serna Bible Blog when I’m gone?