My attempt at lunch resulted in culinary disaster number 494 (note to self: cook flan before eating even if looks cooked already).

After that, we (me and friend) decided to cut my fancy-man's hair. I took up a mostly supervisory role but then when friend wasn't cutting where I said needed cutting, I took the blunt scissors in my own hand and *snip, snip, snip*, much worse than before. Oh well... (note to self: you are not a hairdresser and should only take on role when other person is unconscious and therefore can not protest).