I'll be the first to admit that I'm way too dressed up for a Monday. I'll also be the first to admit that I'm way too dressed up always. Monday or not, I'm donning the fake pearls and cheap heels. That's just how I roll.
I need to get my hair cut, as it has just stopped responding to my efforts. I curl it, it goes straight. I compliment it, it ignores me. (And you thought those loose waves were real. I've fooled you guys for so long.) But I don't want to pay for a hair cut just yet, so I've stopped fighting it and I'm letting it go straight.
Wow -- did I really just type a 66-word paragraph about my hair? Yes, yes I did. This might be a new low for me.
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