I got a haircut! For the first time in . . . . um . . . . way too long.
More importantly than hair, though, is that we move Sunday! Nick's room is mostly packed. Mine is not. Ack.
I have learned to stop telling people I am moving out to live with my boyfriend because a surprising number of people have opinions and don't mind sharing them. And a lot of them have a "my daughter's friend's dog catcher's mom said this" kind of vibe. Thank you very much, but I am NOT your daughter's friend's dog catcher's whomever and my experience will be different.