Yesterday, Kate and I went to dinner and to Smucker's Stars on Ice. (Never let it be said again that I am not a good friend.) So at dinner we're talking and I was telling Kate how excited I was to get my haircut today. (Literally. So excited. Counting hours excited. Pathetic? Yes. True? Also yes.) And this conversation actually happened.
me: "I can always tell it's time to get my hair cut because I start getting mushroom/lion's mane hair. It's not cute."
Kate: "That's how I always know it's you! And that's why I didn't recognize you in the circle today--your hair was tied back!"
Please note I am willing to give Kate a pass on implying that I always have mushroom hair, because it was pretty funny. And true that she couldn't find me, even though I was practically sitting in front of her, in the circle.
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