You know how I bitched about winter and then it got really hot and I bitched about that and then we woke up to snow again this morning?
This time, I’m not going to bitch. I’m just going to say very nicely that I would love a happy medium between the two. We could maybe call it Spring and it would be lovely.
Based on how hard it is for me to decide on this bangs or no bangs thing, I’m surprised D and I only dated/lived together for 10 years before we got married.
Like, I had pretty much given up on the whole bangs thing (again - I know, I know, I waffle back and forth about this all the fucking time) and then I saw Kathleen Hanna’s bangs on my dash roughly one million times this past week and everything in me has decided that I will absolutely die if I don’t have those bangs RIGHT THIS VERY MINUTE.
My hair has reached the point over the last week where, when I take it down from my knot/bun/whatever that thing is on top of my head 99% of the time, it’s no longer mermaid hair but a mess of frizz that kinks out into right angles. Time for my annual hair cut.
I just washed my sheets. Yay for that.
I also just washed the upstairs TV remote with them. Not so yay for that.