Welcome to my little ol' blog. I'll be upfront about it: I don't blog very often any more. If you found your way here because you read my book "Trailer Life," have a gander! But it's easier to keep up with me on Instagram or on my Facebook page. I have this long, drawn out theory on why I'm a terrible blogger, but that is a story for another day. Enjoy the ramblings of my life from the last 8 years or so.
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Tomorrow is school picture day. That means Kacy has to look nice. And her frizzy hair has to look nice. And I have to spend like 40 bucks so that everyone gets a copy of her portrait- and she'll probably be frowning at the camera because she can't pose with her hands by her face, and her hair will look awful because they'll give her that little black comb. That little black comb that she will LOVE and she'll try to make her hair "smooth" (Curly hair doesn't get smooth when you comb it. It gets nasty. Personal experience talking...). And you know what? I bet she starts to take her hair down and COMB IT and it'll be worth spending the money on a frowny, non-posing, frizzied hair girl- for her posterity, and for my sick sense of humor.