You know, sometimes, I just try to pack way too much stuff into way too little time. Worked last night. Came home. Got up, went to work this morning.
After eight hours there, I headed out to get my hair cut. I'm not a fan of the tufty hair. You know, the kind that kind of sticks up all over. I mean it looks cute on other people. I thought I was clear. I was explaining carefully to the girl that this was for my daughter's wedding, and I wanted to look good. She talked about spikes, I smiled sweetly and said, "No. Debbys don't do spikes." Meanwhile, the woman in the chair next to mine recognized me from the paper and we got to blabbing. (You may not have noticed. I'm a blabber.) Anyways, long story short. I hate my hair. Hate it. No sense crying over cut hair, but, oh gosh, why NOW?!!! WHY?!!!!!! (SCREEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAM!)
*Deep cleansing breaths*
Okay. I'm okay now. It'll be okay. It has a week to grow, and I have a week to goof with it.
I also bought my dress. Needs one small alteration.
I need a nap. Let me go cry myself to sleep.
What an exhausting day.
Late Edit: Just realized NOW I have to find some matching shoes.
Sorry. Can't talk now. Am seeking corner to crawl to. Plan to close eyes, curl into a fetal position, and frantically suck my thumb for a while.