Hair today

I got my hair done yesterday while my wonderful grandparents watched the girls. It was bliss.

My hair dresser was a little confused about what was going on with my hair and insisted it grew twice as much as it should have and was thicker than last time. Just what I need... more hair. Check out this past post if you need a refresher. 

Ode to great hair, but feeling like a dork:

For those of you have Photobooth, you know you can spend WAY too much time trying to get a decent picture of yourself. Okay, and it is just plain fun too.  I entertained myself while my dear husband watched The Mummy Returns XIV (I love ya, Brendan, but enough is enough with the mummy movies).

Ode to the comic book.

This sort of reminds me of the wedding picture I have where the bride's maids put their bouquets around my face. It seriously looks just like this only with red roses instead of skin colored prisms.

Do I have something in my teeth?

Hey look, it's me in the Tropics. And my sister thought she left me behind.

I even revisited the Eiffel Tower. It was a much nicer day than when I was there eight years ago. Did I ever tell you about the time I hiked to the top in the pouring down rain? What a view... of a gray day. I've never been so cold in my entire life or wished that French people served coffee, pronounced cafe, in bigger cups -- there are times in life when petit will just not do.