Well!! We're off.
Mom's so good at getting the best shots
If there was ever a prize for best ''underwear on head/ball in pants'' picture, Jillyan {on the far right} would win,
such great blackmail
waking up with Sadie. {you can just smell the morning breath} 
i've tried, but I just can't look at this without laughing
leafy hideout
at the beach: by far my favorite
Love you all so much and can't wait to see you on monday!
{and mrs. alfalfa}
Christmas came in the mail today! And you know how we love our packages
Whelp... I did it.
Yesterday, after extensive thought, consideration, and some serious husband convincing, I went into the salon and told them to strip me of my dark locks and take me back to my roots. Yep, THOSE roots. The reddish, brownish, kind of 'goldish-but-not-really' roots, {make up your mind ladies} that I've been avoiding for years.
This all being in the name of healthy and {eventually} long locks. That is, if I can stay away from her. {you see, i went to a beauty college to save a little dough. apparently, they're a little scissor happy there} I practically had to threaten my stylist with a VOGUE beating unless she removed her clippers from the back of my neck. {yes, the chopping was that close to happening...husband would have died}
But you know, even though I've been a dark devotee for so long...after watching years and years {and years} worth of dark dye lift out of my hair and run down the drain...I felt slightly liberated, {a little bit naked} but mostly just liberated. So it's all good now. With my locks still intact, and back to their natural and indecisive reddish, brownish and not-really-goldish hue, I look forward to months and months of 'no touch-up' bliss.
and bonus, husband really likes it.
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