Sunday Funday =

*Beers at the river and lounging on the rocks

*Trails runs with friends and dogs
*Boating
*BBQ’s on the patio and feasting with neighbors
*Girly cocktails and appetizers galore on someone’s lawn/balcony/porch
*Camping out at the park to read books and fashion magazines
*Driving to the beach for the day
*Movie marathons 
*Brunch with pitchers of mimosas
*Wandering into boutiques, window shopping and stopping in somewhere for lunch
*Ice cream and dollar movies
(Just to name a few.)
Ahhh…oh the options. Today I/we have chosen the beers and sun tanning/lounging at the river option.
I love Sunday Funday!
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Next Time I’ll Have My Drunk Friends Cut It.

I can’t even begin to discuss the horrific haircut I got from someone who called themselves a stylist. If you could sue for bad haircuts- I’d have already hired a lawyer and be at the Supreme Court getting this crap-ass “stylist” thrown in the slammer.

Two words to describe the disaster?
Lawn & mower.
Yep. 
Well- it’s a god thing hair grows back. I guess I’ll just have to celebrate my freakness for the next, oh- 6 months.
Good times.
To lighten the mood/moment/disaster- I wanted to share this photo I took of my friends little boy tonight. She, the kids and I had a date. His shirt was perfectly timed for me when I walked up the stairs to meet them. Nothing cures the misery of a tragic haircut like a couple of cute kids, picking flowers and skipping with them and scarfing some pizza and ice cream.
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