I look like a dude this morning. My fringe is pushed back and it gives me a harsh mullet look. Lucky Court is still asleep or I think he would be grabbing the divorce papers out of his bag and smoothing the crinkles out. The only time he would accept me in dude-like form is if I looked like Paul McCartney or Gavin Miller. I look like neither of these fine gentlemen today.
I'm not too fussed. I plan on spending the day in the garden, pulling out monster weeds. I don't need to look pretty for that. I'm saving my pretty up for Pauley and Zabrina's wedding tomorrow. I love weddings - not just for the food and drink, although that does get me quite excited. I love how everyone is so happy and how proud the parents of the couple are. I love sharing in what will probably be in the top ten best days ever had by the couple.
I'm such a girl. Although I don't look like one right now.