So the mom calls me up today.... I was cleaning the livingroom... and then she invited me out. In a shot... I was gone... however; the sister and her were looking all wonderful and fresh, because they had just gone to the hair makeover people. I on the otherhand looked like the poor hobo sister... because you know... I have chronically crazy hair, that always is in the state of needing a makeover.
It didn't matter... we drank coffee, and ate a sandwich... which was great....
bad hair and all.
bad hair is a matter of perspective
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ok... that just made me SOOOO laugh!
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