quickie!

Today I had an awful hair day. Want to know something worse? I didn't realize I had a nasty hair day until I got home from work.

It.was.nasty.

Like finding a tick on your toe after you've been wearing shoes all day, and the tick is huge, nasty.

Okay, that was gross.

But so was my hair.

Maybe someday I'll have tons of money and hire someone to do my hair for me every single day!

Or I could just have babies and make them do it. Sounds cheaper.

I'm excited for my wedding! Because then when I'm married I can jump on the bed when Mr. B is sleeping, and he can pretend to be mad at me for a second until he puts his party pants on and joins me.

I hope I'm a fun wife.

Fun wife=fun life.

Amen.