I get three haircuts a year. Since I am growing my hair out, I really just need a trim every now and again to keep the ends healthy. But, oh how I love my tri-annual visits to the salon.
As has become my annual tradition, I am going to visit my dear friend Kristin for the Remembrance Day long weekend.
Because he’s cool.
As I got up from the couch to head back to work after my usual lunchtime rendezvous with Christy, Ben looks up at me and says, right out of the blue, “Amanda, do you have a baby in your tummy?”
I was caught o
Is is bad that the part of each day I look forward to the most is my lunch break? That is not to suggest that I don’t like my job and that I’m itching to get away from my desk.
I think I must have eaten something strange before I went to bed yesterday, because the weirdest dreams danced in my mind all night long.