Whatever made me think that a person with as much hair as I have, could work a wispy haircut?
Why do I think I can do things halfway?
How did I end up knee deep again in the volunteer work that propelled me into a near catatonic state?
Do I have a Mother Teresa thing going on?
Why didn't I buy the rather ugly boots with the grippers built right into the sole?
Shouldn't a person who has two languages try to be articulate in at least one of them?
Will another bangle on my arm bring me happiness?
Can I start over from about 1980?
I can answer the penultimate question, and the answer is "Yes!"
ReplyDeleteAs someone who just recently added bangs to her head, I feel your pain. What was I thinking?!
ReplyDeleteI'm not a halfway person either, I'm in or I'm out. It's tough being black and white.
I have these grippy things you slip onto your boots? Feels like walking on broken glass and does it ever do a number on my hips!
Bangles = Joy. More bangles = more joy. Basic math.