Tuesday, June 24, 2014

How you know you are all finished growing up.


I apologize for all the Sammy The Spanky Dog pictures, but he is just a pretty boy.

I had the week from hell starting up Monday and it is holding true to form. But during my trials and tribulations I got a cart ride (few and far between in this joint) and a vehicular ride-that is a true treat. People are telling me other people like me, and people are telling me they like me. I have certainly sold everyone a good of bills here.

I had to go out and buy new pants this weekend. Upside-my belting of the fat pants finally became unacceptable to wear to work. Downside-Chico's, where I have long bought work clothes has now changed into the only casual clothes mode. Too bad, as these clothes did fit. This is gonna put me on the hunt for work clothes and I hate that in pants. Any woman will tell you, pants are a bitch to buy.

How do I know I am a full grown woman? I have bad hair. There is no getting around it, it is shitty hair. A guy I have known for years sat down and said, "Bad hair day?", and my response was "yep". And I do not care. Yea, I wish it was better but I am not gonna sit down and cry like I would when I was younger. I have a ball cap from my company in the front seat of my car, just in case. It is what it is, even when it is bad.





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    1. Have you looked into "Brazilian Blowout" for your hair? My wife is certified in their product treatment and has had several people now with positive results. I checked their website for registered salons and there are some in your area.

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    2. You are so sweet, thank you.

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    3. Just make sure they have good ventilation.

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