2) Backed into the trash while Ken died laughing at me from the upstairs window. He didn't even see it. Just heard it.
5) I think I finally figured out how to curl my hair without looking like Curly Sue. I've gotten Ken's seal of approval twice now. He usually takes one look and asks if I'm going out like that. BUT- I believe the real test is the silence or non-silence of my accounts. Someone has to speak up and compliment my hair or I know it was a total bust. That finally happened for me today! By someone I don't even usually talk to! The other few times I have gone out with my hair curled, no one said a word. Not one word. Silence speaks louder than words, people. And cuts like a knife...straight to my fragile heart that longs for hair just a little bit longer, hair suitable for pretty curls.
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