But she was the one who suggested that a change would do [one] good.
Went to L**** last weekend so that GH's family could worship at the feet of the Tiny Dark Lord. (Note: Does this make them Death Eaters? Discuss.) My s-in-law was in town as well with her baby, who is the smiliest, cutest chunk of a kid you ever did see. But because he was getting over an illness, the two boys didn't really get near each other. So I have no pictures of her kid fitting my kid's entire head in his mouth. Maybe next time.
A snowstorm almost kept us from making the trip, which would have been tragic as I'm suffering from my yearly case of the Februaries. I knew that going someplace warm was out of the picture but by dang I could still go someplace else. My third reason for really, really needing to make this trip was so that I could go see the stylist who has been doing my hair for the last three years.
I told her what Sheryl Crow told me, and these were the results:
Fun, huh? I like it but I'm still getting used to it, and every time I walk past a reflective surface I jump because I think Bloody Mary is coming to get me.You can see here how impressed the baby is by all of this. But I'm pretty sure he likes my hair too, because a few times he has looked at it and almost started laughing.






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