On April 7, I wrote this post begging Mah Peepull for hair advice. You voted to bravely soldier on, and I did, Mah Peepull! I did! For another THIRTY FOUR WHOLE DAYS.
Then Tom told me to shut the hell up about my stupid hair for the love of pete I considered my options carefully and with no malice aforethought, I called my hair-cutter gal and told her to HACK IT OFF ALREADY.
She did my bidding and spun me around in the chair and what to my wondering eyes should appear…
I’m back! I’m ME again!
Next time I ask you for hair advice, please feel free to squeeze my lips together and flick me in the forehead. At the same time. It’s why God gave you two hands, Mah Peepull.
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you dork.
:-P
HEY! I resemble that remark. ;)
yeah, well, I would looooove to have hair like you did in that Apr 7 pic. *sniff*
isn’t feeling good with your hair awesome though? it makes all the difference in your day.
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@Lin: Oh gosh, it’s SUCH a relief. I so totally feel like MEEE again!
Ummm….it would have been helpful had u mentioned this while I was WITH you, but as I’m not expecting your imminent appearance on my doorstep (which’d be much welcomed anytime, by the way!!!), here is a virtual lip-squeeze and forehead-flick. With love. And a smile. OK – maybe a smirk.
Thank you, Ma’am, may I have another?!