My neighbor Judy just yelled from across the street.
"I like your hair. It looks good."
I yelled back, "I washed it.
She just shook her head.
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So...you wake up one morning and realize that you are where you are. And you decide that this beats the hell out of working for a bipolar boss who was always trying to figure out exactly how to buy her meds over the internet.
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Hey, it's hard to look great all the time, or any of the time when you are at the mercy of little ones. Getting your own hair washed is sometimes the triumph of the day!
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