look! the wagon is back together and fully operational. three cheers for dad.
tayloe leaves for africa tomorrow. that leaves t2 and me for a solid week, which i think is the longest we've ever been alone together. he's still having some separation anxiety issues - 7 days straight with me should really take care of that, eh?
in the meantime, i'm considering cutting my hair. i'm just tired of it - dealing with it, brushing it, putting it up. so over it. the other thing is i'm about to turn 32 which i'm not trying to forget but also not trying hard to remember. maybe it's time for something new.
this is what i do. grow it, cut it. grow it, cut it. grow it, cut it. the last time i chopped it, i was pretty bummed. but i also remember that i didn't fully think through the style i wanted.
this time i've been doing some research. maybe this? or this? OR, this
any ideas? mmm, femullet.
3 comments:
the femullet frightens me and haunts my dreams.
GO WITH THE MULLET!!
the one behind door number one is a very nice choice- the mullett would work only if you plan on having a beer at Sue's on Main Street - and I think Brittany Spears already has debs on #2 and is really only appropriate after child birth and before rehab-
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