i didn’t shower this morning. i was gonna, but then sleep was so much fun, i just couldn’t pull myself out of bed. then when i finally did haul myself out of the bed i had to hurry my silly ass out the door because i had to go grocery shopping before work (details to follow).

all day today i’ve been getting compliments on my hair. people keep asking me if i got my hair cut and raving how cute it looks. when the evil munchkin asked it was the last straw. i freaked out.

“i didn’t get it cut! i didn’t even shower! i didn’t wash it. now that i think back, i can’t be 100% sure that i even brushed it.”

hrmph! i don’t think i’m gonna bother anymore, since clearly people prefer the bedhead, finger comb look to the spoojy, strategically messy westerberg ‘do.