You may want to read the post before this one so you know what the Sam Holy Hill is going on. Otherwise, you're all, "Did June get arrested?"
Here are my attempts to photograph the back of it by myself. Yes, Marvin was home. Thanks, mom, for raising me to think I don't need a man.
Yay! There it is. The back of my head. She did a deep conditioner, too, which is why it is shiny. She was a good hairdresser.
And while I'm up, here is Carpool Queen, who I met with yesterday–or got up with yesterday, as they say here. I enjoyed how her shirt, purse and drink were all magenta.
And Coffee Gall had on some bangin' shoes.
But enough about them. Here is my hair today when I styled it my own self.
Heart me. So bad, I do.
So that's my new hair. Hair do you like it? Is it a cut above the old 'do? Are you going to bid me adieu if I make another hair pun? Get it? Adieu? A DO?
Okay, I'll split now. I am too cute to be upbraided by the likes of you.