Monday, April 17, 2006
Below, you'll find the photo story of yet another Sunday at the beach.
But, let's talk eye brows for a second.
Those are not eye brows. Those are mislocated hair!
At the office in HP in Rome, there was a friend that helped me trimming the hedge. She had scissors in her drawer and when they were getting out of control (the brows) she used to say:"Cammaro', let's go to the coffee machine... we have to cut!"
She even gave me those scissors when I left. "Keep them always with you. Wherever you go... you're going to need them!"
What a lovely friend gesture.
Orne', I got the scissor, but I'm slacking on the job...