I’m never washing my hair again. We really know that’s not true–I’m a product addict, but for a moment this morning I seriously considered it.
Maddie and I attended a singles event at The Depot last night. A friend of a friend started a dating service. Showing support and being mildly curious we went. I washed my hair and Maddie shaved her legs. Together we were one hygienic hottie.
It wasn’t what I was expecting… desperation comes in all forms. We left after a few minutes and went to the food court. My desperation is in the form of Taco Time. Washing my hair and wearing cute new shoes for a mall food court is not my idea of a night on town. There’s not a flask big enough for that–trust me, I’ve looked.