So, the roommate-formerly-known-as-Dear-Daughter-who-henceforth-shall-be-called-Sixth- Grade-Supermodel got a whopping two inches cut off of her hair today. Here she is, styling and profiling in the kitchen before the opera.
Time flies when you're watching it spin through the eyes of a child.
What's to know? I love my daughter, my family and friends. I'm Anglican (please don't say 'Episcopalian'), I vote, I detest finding little bits of paper on the floor or in the car. The smell of warm sesame oil makes me happy. I have Sjogren's Syndrome, which is neither curable nor fatal, but is often quite a pain (in the neck and other places).
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