There is no way to express to you how bad my hair looked before my sister did it Saturday morning.
I found a picture of me that I took when a bunch of friends and I went out to dinner.
I cropped the picture. I removed the red eye. I tried to remove most of the picture to avoid a full shot of myself. (I looked like a hockey player in full uniform, I swear I looked THAT big!)
I deleted the picture.
I just want you to know that I looked like Roseanne Barr on a bad hair day.
And the new me:
I keep catching reflections of myself and I say, “Ooh, I’m a blonde again!”
I like it, and I am happier.
My weekend with my mom and sister was great! I laughed harder than I have laughed in ages.
I wish for everyone that reads my blog that you have someone like these two women. This would be the greatest gift you could have.
I would be lost…LOST without them.
We went to lunch and the hostess that sat us down said, “Are you all related? You look so familiar!” I think she was trying to say that we all looked similar. We do…and I am blessed to be swimming in the same gene pool.
Wouldn’t you love to be related to a woman that can laugh so hard she cried? She had me laughing that hard too. I had tears running down my face because making her laugh is the greatest thing anyone could experience. Her laugher is real, and I can’t remember a time I have heard her ‘fake laugh’.
Mom & Sister time
- Fabulous new hair-do
- Awesome dinner from Outbacks Steak house
- Laughter until you cry
- I finally got rid of the underwear!
Oh I haven’t told you the story of the ugly black underwear have I?