Finally home from the great state of California, and all I have to show from it is an orange boa/scarf/Chinatown ripoff-thingy and a few added pounds.
(No, thank you, Ghirardelli.)
But, it was a glorious trip. I'd go back.
NOW.
I also managed to con myself into a haircut yesterday, and we all know what disasters can spring from hair mutilation. Well, mine looks worse, but only in the most minor of ways. The woman might as well have shaved my head. It would be symmetrical, and not so poofy. But poofy it is, and poofy it will remain for some time, or at least until God decides to strike me down for bad hair.
Just watch. It'll happen.
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