doodledee

Libby is participating in a contest at work where everyone brings in a bad-hair picture and people vote on who had the worst hair. She spent part of this evening digging through old pictures trying to find one that was bad enough to qualify. While we had some difficulty finding one of her, there were more than enough classic shots of me from my stupid hair days. Needless to say, those folks at Target should count their blessings that I don't work there. If I did, it would be game over, because some of the haircuts I've had over the years are just inexcusable.

I think I'm gonna take it easy this week. Just kinda slide into the 3-day weekend.