Good Morning, MMPers! No snoozing for this gal this morning! Chloé and I walked and she was snubbed by two buns. Look buns, all she wants is to be your best friend. That’s all. The sun is coming up later, so I was able to get today’s photo from the top of the hill.
Warning: stream of conscience gender shit ahead:
I’ve had this hair for about a week now, and I’m still over the moon for it! I am learning to style it so it’s out of my face. It’s funny, even when I had long hair as a guy, I didn’t do much with it. I would drag a brush though it and maybe tie it back. Then I cut it short, and didn’t do a damned thing with if for twenty-five years, so hair in the face wasn’t a problem. Now it is and I don’t mind a bit. Okay - I do mind when I look down, and all I see is hair. That’s annoying, Also, I decided to swap out my earring for one I picked up at Pride last month. I’ll see if anyone notices at yoga tonight.
I’m guessing it’s along the lines of:
Q: How many surrealists does it take to change a lightbulb?
A: Purple!
Otherwise, I’m lost.
Woke up to cool air.
Good! I was worried about your wife with her myriad health issues.
Re the Canadian smoke. A fraternity brother is Boston sent me a sepia toned photo this morning It was the street in front of his house, and he hadn’t color corrected it.
Stay safe y’all.