Okay, this is the one I read first.
It was cute and funny, and it pegged Lois' character right on. (the idea of children though was quite depressing).
I imagine there is a certain comfort level that a woman gets with a stylist over time. It's not something I can relate very well to since I haven't had a haircut by the same person in about four years (just had one today!), ever since my former barber quit to become a mailman.
Tank the Retired (who does plan to send a copy of this fic to Chris' stylist)
