pleasedBut yesterday I worked up the nerve and went to another salon. The guy who cut my hair looked exactly like Colin Farrell. I mean, exactly. Except that he was Mexican and his name was Santana and he was very soft-spoken and nice, which I imagine that Colin Farrell is not.
Tonight the munchkin's got a slumber party and Mr. Sus and I are going out to celebrate a friend's birthday. If we wanted, we could stay out all night partying! Except that I have a feeling we'll be home and in bed by midnight, because we're old and lame that way.
