Shame of the Day:
I gave in and had a Blueberry Fritter from the box o' fried dough the Manager brought in this morning.

Redemption:
I bit off the end and sucked out the filling, then binned the rest. Yay me!

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Rhonda, my hairdresser, asked me if she could surprise me last night at my Roust the Roots appointment. Now, I'm generally a conservative girl, but I also can't seem to say 'no' to Rhonda, so I told her to have at it. It turned out surprisingly well, not that I had any initial reservations, nosiree. No one would ever know from my hip, happenin' hairdo that I'm inching toward 35. Thank God.

Posted at 10:59 a.m.