Non-stop 24 Hours.

This day was 24 hours of craziness.

I woke up at 0500 to go fly.

Commitment.

I then went to the gym, cleaned, packed, and picked up Brasil to go to the airport.

This was just after we picked up G.S.W. at the port.

I demanded coffee, homework/business time, and a 20 minute nap.

Demanding face.

Brasil loves drinking coffee here because the mugs are larger than life.

True.

Then I turned G.S.W.'s room into my office.

They were not to sure about my business voice.

I have heard it is intense but that is how I get things done.

Brasil educated us.
I think this was when G.S.W. proceeded to tell me about my life and how I am doing it all wrong.
Thus the angry look.
Maybe it was not as dramatic as I am making it sound but his brutal honesty tends to get this reaction from me.
He is also right nearly 90% of the time.
Then Brasil said, "Remember when you used to cut my hair? You should do that now."

I really do not know why she is acting like she is so scared.

One. She requested the haircut.

Two. I can do it.

Three. I have done this about a thousand times.

Then I took my 20 minute nap (at 2000) and we went to Caribou...