My hair . . .
. . . has been getting kind of long lately. I briefly (like, for two milliseconds), considering cutting my own hair again, but I didn't feel like spending another four hours in the bathroom with a pair of scissors . . .
. . . so I called up my hair stylist friend, and she did a better job in 20 minutes. Oh, and that shirt?
When I went school shopping with the kids today, they asked me to take a picture of it and send it to my mom, because they thought it looked like something she would wear. Does the fact that I liked it and bought it mean I'm turning into my mom? If so, I'm fine with that. She's one of the best people I know.
We sent her a picture of this shirt too. That definitely looks like Red Grandma's style! She replied that maybe she should just hire us to shop for her. :)
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