The photo below and to the left is my beloved husband in his studly National Park Service uniform complete with Smokey the Bear hat. He looks serious because he had to get up at 6am on Saturday to drive into Washington DC to record an event celebrating the purchase of the forthcoming Carter G. Woodson National Historic Site and make political nicey-nice. Actually, Ken didn't have to do much of the latter, that was his boss' job. Note Ken's classy, sexy "now that I'm married and on vacation on my honeymoon I think I'll stop shaving--ooh, she likes it!" beard.
The squirrel in my bathroom was getting dusty so I washed him and brushed him off with an old toothbrush to get rid of the dust. Why do I have a lawn ornament (albeit a very classy one) in my bathroom, you ask? He was a hostess gift from my best friend, in commemoration of the day I found a squirrel in my toilet. (If you haven't heard the story, let me know, I'll give you all the lurid details.)
My friend Stasa may be getting Curly Girl assimilated, but poor old me, I keep trying new (short) hairstyles and ending up, well, less than curly. This week my hair, which has a definite mind of its own (and is much more self-assured and stubborn than I am)decided to go punk. I didn't do this when punk was hot and I had the excuse of being in my teens!
OK, that's not me, that's another shot of the squirrel!
It was just so funny I had to leave it. Here I am in my quasi-punk mode (photo by Ken):
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That hat rocks!
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