My hair is so curly and out of control right now I have finally made an appointment to do something about it.
I typically head to the hairdresser when I am fed up with what is happening on my head.
And I am really fed up.
Yesterday I took a shower, then a nap. Doug sat watching a basketball game running his fingers through my hair. (this may sound romantic, it was not, I think he was trying to see how big he could make my hair.)
Later in the afternoon I ran some neighborhood errands, stoping to talk with several neighbors, small children, and a shop keeper or two.
When I got home I caught my reflection in the mirror.
And then I laughed so hard, staring at myself, that tears rolled down my cheeks.
I looked ridiculous.
But I felt great.
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