Before Barfpocalypse, we still had our Halloween decorations up, had some gorgeous 70 degree days, and I decided to dress like Ellen Degeneres.
In other news, I also have realized in the last year that my hair is SO much easier to deal with if I just let it do what it wants to do (be curly). What a revelation. If we ever get to go to Europe again, no more messing with stupid converters - I can just let it dry on its own and go.
Of course, in the damp Irish climate, this means my hair would possibly NEVER be dry for the length of our stay. Or I would have to get up at 3 a.m., wash it and give it a chance to dry before we leave for the day.
This does not sound like the most relaxing use of a vacation, no? Of course, if we were there for a wedding, chances are at 3 a.m., I would still be awake for the festivities. Oh, who am I kidding - I couldn't hang with the Irish grannies the last time I was there for a wedding. I had to leave the party at midnight to go to bed. Tom rolled in at 6 a.m. the next morning. I don't know why I'm even discussing it - I don't foresee a European vacation in the near future with the kiddos. Sigh. Maybe someday we'll make it over again.
This has officially been The Most Random Post Ever, and is brought to you by Lack Of Sleep. Night-night. Tee: Hand me down from my sissie Vest: The Limited Pants: T.J. Maxx Shoes: Converse, Target Cuff, Turquoise Necklace: Charming Charlie's Belt as Bracelet: Target Short Necklace: TJ Maxx Merci, Shan
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