Well, it seems to me that nothing if fully O-fficial without me screaming it from the roof tops of the blogging world. So here we go, "I cut all my hair off." Okay, fine, I'm being dramatic. I didn't cut all of it off, but 9 inches is a lot, especially when you feel like you were born a hippie child. So here, I will bless you with the awkward mirror pic that was taken right after. More to come after my weekend in Tallahassee with my sweet hunny and co.
OH, and 50% off the entire store?! Great, we'll stalk up on wine like the world is ending.
And Tucker got a new ID tag. I love the furry little fella.