it looks like I will be in the Lindbergh terminal.
That is good to know. I've spent more than my fair share of wasted minutes driving around unfamiliar airport terminals than I care to think about. Still, I'm leaving early enough to account for some missed turns and having to loop back around. Heavens knows, I do it often enough at airports I am familiar with.
Sail, don't cry - it'll grow back. And be all soft and curly, too, with all that nice fresh new growth.
Jess! Here and alive. juliana is angelic and had to circle the airport in the Monster Truck of Death.
Hee, Deb, it's not the first time I've sported this do. I actually like it quite a bit. It just takes a bit of a leap of faith to do it because it does seem like such a huge change. In fact, my daughter asked me if I'd let her cut my hair if she wasn't my daughter. I told her, "I let you do this to my hair, don't I? (Heck, I asked for it.) 'Nuf said." Seriously, she's one of the few people I'd trust with my hair anymore.
I let Jo style mine, but not cut it.
My makeup, OTOH, she has free rein with. The girl has a license to do it to movie actors, she can do mine anytime she wants.
I need to sleep well tomorrow night so Andi and I can get to the place with the thing Saturday morning.
The place with the thing? Location and name and time unknown to us. Please to advise?
Oh, one of the places Andi and I will have to visit in St. Paul, someday:
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The Museum of Questionable Medical Devices.
Yay, Perkins! Join the rest of us non-packers on vacation! I tried on a pair of pants I haven't worn in two years, thinking they'd fit in nicely with my color scheme? They looked like something out of the 80s! What was I thinking?