H is for Hair

I had this post all written out in my head, all about how I had gotten my hair done and met the coolest hairdresser and how new hair makes me feel sexy and unstoppable, when only the day before I had felt rundown and washed out… but work was crazy busy and I had a busy crazy weekend and never found time to actually put pen to paper or fingers to keyboard.

So, you get a different kind of hair. I’m actually quite enamored of my little tuft of fluff, there between my legs. And, bonus, it shows off the bruises on my thighs from my date night out with my guys Saturday night!

 

 

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