i am in a mood, i'm afraid.
i think i just bought a very bad hairchop. i can't be sure of this until i find some brave to look in the mirror. but i do know that i whimpered at the salon. admittedly this petite sob escaped while my stylist was using a round brush, but still. and p.s. who. still. uses. a. round. brush.
my espressos aren't working. all eight of them. and i ate two strawberry chobanis lickety-split too-fast to enjoy either one of them.
i just got off the phone with uncle sugar. i imitated an individual we saw on an episode of hoarders so well that it made him guffaw. i like making that boy laugh when he least expects it, so that's a good.
but i'm going to have to leave the house again in a few minutes. and there are about thirty-four stinkbugs poised to attack as soon as i open the door. i am not a fan of bugs that crunch when you kill them.
when the stinkbugs came out last year? i vacuumed them all up. no crunching involved at all. but then a few days and many unnecessary girlie baths later, i learned why they are called stinkbugs in the first place.
would you believe me if i offered you a wobbly smile and a half-hearted singsong have a sweet weekend, you! yeah. i wouldn't, either. i am being small, aren't i?
ahh well. i'm off to have a moment. and another espresso. catch you later, friends. xoxo.