As I’m getting ready for work today, Griffin stops by, apparently to appraise how well I’ve put myself together. This is his take:
Mom, your hair looks…(pause while he appears to search for the right word)…weird.
Excellent, because that’s the look I was going for. It is after all, Weird Hair Thursday isn’t it?
Isn’t it?
Well, it is from now on.
Who’s with me?
Anyone? Anyone?
Come on, don’t let me be all alone with my weird hair.
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I love Weird Hair Thursday and always comply!
What? No visuals?
Why limit oneself to just Thursdays?
Why limit oneself to just hair?
(Slippers, anybody?)
That is actually me… Sarah, for the above comment.
I dont have to try too hard!
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Uhm, who’s the one using my name and blog and e-mail to post comments I never wrote?
Look at Comment #5 Paul, Sarah already fessed up.
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