This seemed to be Pick a Song that Really, Really Means Something to You week. I prefer theme weeks. Like Bee Gees week. I want another Bee Gees week.
Syesha came on just as I got home from getting my haircut, so I didn’t really here her at all.
Speaking of me and my hair, the girl who cuts my hair was apparently a Danny Noriega fan. She gives me Danny hair every time. I don’t love that. But I don’t know how to break up with a hair stylist. Any suggestions?
Maybe it’s because she’s watched “Love and Basketball” so many times. That might be the only thing that would explain it.
Once again, Amy has taken the top spot in our basketball bracket thingy. She also had the most hideous food story, so she wins two batches of cookies. Congratulations, Amy! I can’t believe you picked KU to win, though. Ugh.
Here’s how our standings looked in the end:
On our way to my dad’s house last summer, we stopped for a picnic lunch at a rest area. The space was perfect for Poppy to run around and stretch her little legs. This was just before we got back in the car. Pi had run to Rockford at full speed, and he swept her up into a big hug.