That was yesterday.
Would you believe that three people have mistaken me for Jessica since then?
No, I didn't think you would.
But my hair did turn out pretty cute. It's still long enough to get into a ponytail, which we all know is paramount in the summer, but short enough that I don't have to roast myself every morning under the hairdryer for 30 minutes just to dry my Rapunzelly locks. (And no - I did not change my color. Platinum isn't my thing.)
It's cute. And fresh. So I'm happy.
And now I'm going to take my -1.75/-2.00 eyeballs and my Jessica Simpson hair for a walk with the dog.
Happy Thursday, friends.