Boy, it's time for bed... please take your oldest evilest beast of a dog with you. Please. I say that with a grin and a growl, and kind of a grind (of the teeth). I am trying to be kind.
I have to admit the nice part about the above scenario is the end result. My hair is presently straight, that does not happen much, well, ever. I must go immediately to bed... so that it will be tomorrow already... and I will be the mother with the fresh straight look... not the wild haired red-lipped bad wind tunnel effect woman that I am usually viewed as.
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