Tuesday, December 8, 2015

Turn your head and coif

I've heard rumblings that I'll be going for a haircut soon. This displeases me for a few reasons.

Firstly, I hate going to the groomers. And that's no reflection on the groomers I see — the ladies at Spaw Boutique are lovely and they do a great job. It's that my hair is my essence and what draws attention to me. And right now, I have to say that my curls are looking pretty cute. I got two compliments from people at the dog park, and the attention of a young golden retriever who thought I was the cats meow.

Secondly, and more importantly, I'm really digging the accidental ombré I've got going on right now. I say accidental because it was a de-skunking gone wrong back in the summer. Dan left the peroxide solution in a bit too long and before I knew it, I was stylish.

But, on the flip side, I am feeling a few knots on my belly that could use some brushing out. Maybe Tiia'll do it tonight. To be honest, I could use the attention. Between Milo's mentalness and Noah's neediness, getting a bit of Maui love is proving more difficult that I had anticipated.

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