Day 124
I know I'm a nerd. What.ever. I'm proud of it and damn good at it! Last year for the dance recital, Meg's hair had to be crimped. The child whined and complained the whole time I was putting itsy bitsy little braids in her hair to get it appropriately crimped. I had to hear the grumping and groaning not once, but twice - once for dress rehearsal and once for the recital.
I decided to get smart. I sure as hell didn't want to go through that again. She almost didn't survive last year. So,
YEAH BUDDY! I sure did buy one. I have to admit. I like what crimping does for my hair. (Mine was also done for the recital - minus the whining) Anyhoo, of course, this year, the hair is not going to be crimped, but I don't regret buying this. I LOVE it!! It's fun and funky and weird and different and totally me.
I know I'm a nerd. What.ever. I'm proud of it and damn good at it! Last year for the dance recital, Meg's hair had to be crimped. The child whined and complained the whole time I was putting itsy bitsy little braids in her hair to get it appropriately crimped. I had to hear the grumping and groaning not once, but twice - once for dress rehearsal and once for the recital.
I decided to get smart. I sure as hell didn't want to go through that again. She almost didn't survive last year. So,
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