My stylist was in a motorcycle crash last week.
My appointment was last week.
She had the nerve to break 2 ribs and crack her hip bone BEFORE she did my hair.
I know, right?
Wanna hear a song?
My word, I felt bad for her and awful because my FIRST thought was "but I was getting foils done!!"
She's off work for a month.
The poor thing.
Thank the Lord that He knows exactly how self absorbed I am.
My very nice next door neighbour is a stylist, and get this....
I actually LIKE what she did MORE than what my stylist does.
Now I have great hair and a fabulous back-up in case my regular stylist goes horse back riding.
8 days and counting!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Can you say "excited"???
Gooooood, I knew you could.
And speaking of eights.
8 pounds off!!!!
I'm doing the glycemic index/low carb/no sugar eating habit...thing.
I refuse to use the D word.
I'm the lightest I've been since 2009, and I'm down 16 pounds since last summer.
My reward, if I drop the 50-60pounds I'm aiming for, is a pair of vintage Levi's 501 button fly jeans. Old school wash, no pre-fading.
I finished the Deep POV revision on my WIP and cut a grand total of 14,000 words.
Hellllooooo needless back story and surgical revisions.
Thanks for visiting, and here's my question....
If you had to chose another country to live in, which one would it be and why?