I went and walked Clyde and Rollie or Rolly or Raleigh, however you spell that, with Dana and Grandma this morning. We brought Magnum along. I got to see Eleanor, but she was kind of sad because she was cold. I was cold, but there comes a certain age when it's just not acceptable to cry about it.
Then Grandma and I went back to the antique store and bought the book case we passed up yesterday. Now I have a desk and a bookshelf. Nice. Then we drove back to the other antique shop (Where this totally random European guy works. Why is a completely Shmexy 20 something with a hot accent selling antiques?) But it was closed. Wow, that was a HUGE tangent in parentheses, sorry.
Then we got home and I had a haircute. Mom took me and I told Grace (The "Stylist.") I wanted to go as short as possible without having a 'fro. She pointed to my shoulders. Okay, I didn't really care, because I was hungry and I wanted to get it done and eat. Long story short: My hair lost 11 inches, it's really short and layered, and really curly. I'm trying to think of somebodies to compare it too... Maddy's length, I guess.
IT'S NOT A PYRAMID, SWEAR TO G-D.
Anyway, it's shmexy. Come see! It's all happy and my head is 10 lbs. lighter.

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