Survivor!!!!!

( Yay! New Survivor! To talk about! So talk! With me! )

Proof that there is such a thing as TMI

I want the tornados to be GONE.

Which they might just be. Thank goodness.

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I looked a wee bit too hard at the pictures of items for auction for John Glover's charity walk. Yes, I admit, I'm one of those that wants the Kryptonite key with lock of hair inside. Am I bidding on it? No. It's already out of my ballpark.

But while looking at the picture, I realized that JG isn't wearing a shirt.

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New haircut! Since the bangs are now being grown out, I went with major layers (which is a big, big deal for chin length hair) and a side part. My hair? Kicks ass. Just ask all my coworkers (except MT, who didn't even see anything different about me when I went from having really long curly hair to chin length straight hair a couple of years back). They're raving.

My hairstylist told me I'm her favorite, because I let her have fun. And this one is *really* fun.

Proofing nightmare

I'm proofing. I swear, I'm doing my best to chop this sentence up.

"Under clear cerulean blue skies, Perry's eyes follow the deep green carpet of the fairway all the way to a dense stand of tall pines, where the hole twists to the right."

*gags*

"Cerulean blue skies". It actually says that! But cerulean is blue! Sky blue! Ack!