Well, not really the best thing, just a thing. My mum rang me to have a catch up and in the course of the conversation, mentioned something about her hair and that maybe I could do some training courses to become a hairdresser. I lol'd and felt awkward about it since it's kind of seen as a 'profession' that ditzy girls go into after getting crap A-levels, beauty school dropout kind of thing. But... I also like cutting hair when I get the chance (used to cut my mum's and an ex-boyfriend's, and I trim Robin's moustache for him lololol). I was also informed that my brother has grown a beard, and having suffered the visual torture that was his feeble attempts at facial hair back in high school, I went "a beard?" and she replied that it was "sort of on his neck". My brother has a neckbeard! And she commented that when he visited them last week "he looked Islamic". MEGALOLZ!
