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I didn’t sleep well at all last night. I woke up at one point and was sure that something terribly wrong had happened to me, and in my frightened flailing, I knocked some stuff off the side table, which just made things all the more confusing.
Then I went to the bathroom, which made me feel better. It has that effect on me, apparently.
Anyway, I’m exhausted. And Peggy brought in cheesecake, which has been lulling me into a lactic state of lugubriousness. Yaaaaaaawn.
So, anybody got any good plans for the weekend? I’m getting a haircut on Saturday, at which time I will schedule a practice wedding hairdo. I’ll also schedule Emily’s hairdo. Mub, did you want a hair appointment for the wedding day? I hope they can make my hair behave. I’m wanting something kind of like this:
Your hair is going to be so beautiful. I can’t wait to see it. Thanks for making my appointment; I appreciate that. I keep going back and forth about whether to be blonde or red for your wedding. I really think red, but now I’m scared that my colorist will mess it up. My life is so hard.
Emily, you gotta go red. I’ll never forget the time I saw you walking along Grand Avenue with the sun at your back, and your hair was totally on fire. My god, you were breathtaking! Go red, young woman; go red.
I think I’ll just do the natural hair thing for the wedding (as if anything about my bleached, gelled, and sprayed hair is natural). Thanks for the thought, though.
Mmmmm. Lugubriousness.
Wow, thanks! Red it shall be!
Aprille,
I stumbled across your site. How fun to see what you’re up to!
Carrie Lane (Welter)