Ick

Coming back to work after a break is the pits.

It appears that everything is broken, when in reality its nothing more that usual.

Jeff said last night he would sacrifice his dignity for our daughter and we should dress up as the Incredibles. Now we just have to figure out who Alaina will be . . I vote for Dash and then she can wear the mask for a little bit.

I keep rediscovering how wonderful it is to have a stylist who knows your hair, after the laughter about how uneven my previous haircut was. I ended up with a cute little bob cut with bangs.

I like it!

But that's about it for the morning.

Back to the pile on the desk. . .
Maybe I'll win that big ol' lottery tomorrow and won't have to worry about this anymore