Well, it's official. I am a back up dancer. Everybody, go to Mr. Saxon!
I need a haircut.
Russanne, who said you could live in Boston? Did you not think about the fact that I need haircuts sometimes?
Like seriously.
It's not all about you.
Punk'd.
Passport photos are always just as terrible and awkward as DMV photos.
What is it about those things that make people look like they just woke up on the curb and are about to puke? Well, what ever it is, I would like 10 of the devices!
Let me know if you want wallets!
You are right. It isn't all about me. It's about my big dumb husband and his big dumb grad school program that is chaining me down to the big dumb east coast. UGH. I want nothing more than to be able to cut all the hairs there ever were in the Great North West.
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