|See? Seams are not right. Oh well, I tried.|
I have tomorrow off work, but I have to bring Mr. R to his truck because he has a load to go to New Jersey. He's been home for over a week (most companies don't dispatch drivers during hurricanes which are fairly local) and now that the hurricane is mostly absorbed into the midwest, he'll be leaving, and I have a feeling we won't see him again until October.
I'm over my hair. Mr. R insists that I continue to grow it out, and I just become unhappier with it. I did another olive oil rinse and I thought my hair looked great until I took a self portrait:
|How carefree and happy this seems!|
|But I'd have to start wearing make up, more than I do now. Not sure how I feel about that. Maybe I'll enjoy it?|
|Oh, and this color. How fun would that be?|