So I did it. I chopped my spiral locks. I’ve shorn myself of my womanly pride and joy, and hot damn, does it feel good! Chic, sleek, stylish, hot, young, daring – a girl could get used to this constant stream of compliments. The hubby loves it, and strange men…
Me blogging during the holiday season is like pouring cold molasses – a hell of a wait, with dark and bitter results. Oh, how I hate this season. But, in an effort to be light, please allow me to resurrect a recent occurrence you’ve probably already forgotten; Michael Crichton’s hideous…
