The biggest goal is to avoid looking like: (1) a hobbit;
So you're going to shave your feet?
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The biggest goal is to avoid looking like: (1) a hobbit;
So you're going to shave your feet?
So you're going to shave your feet?
Every morning, my friend. Every morning.
Hubby hates when I cut my hair short, he says it makes me look matronly.
The Boy is suave enough to tell me I'm pretty no matter how I cut my hair, but he still has a decided preference for long hair.
By now, though, he *knows* that if I cut it, I'm inevitably going to grow it out again. It's what I do.
I'm afraid the word suave will never be applied to my Hubby. I'm still working on him acknowledging that tact and diplomacy can be useful, much less in his own life. 25 years in, I think this is a lost cause.
I love it. Came into work at 1:45 and have still managed to be a superstar!!
Lewis, God love him, literally doesn't care what length my hair is at.
I just won $100 on a scratch ticket! Guess who is not cooking dinner tonight? For a day that started with me trip and falling, spilling all my tea before I even took a sip, it's not turning out too shabby.
Awesome, sj!! That's way cool.
I'm having a really good day. Super productive and competent at work. Plus, Lego Rockband keychains, Call of Duty countdown clock and two $7.50 off Where the Wild Things Are passes. YAY SWAG!