I decided today, that after years of hate and cruel jokes, I like cats. Ellen, (my blessing in disguise for daily laughter, ) showed the silliest cat video. After that, I decided I wanted one. Not an idea I would even want to entertain at the moment considering I have a dog I can barely raise, and a child who is busier than ever! It just baffles me, (baffles? not sure that's a real word, but it's perfect) that my strict way of thinking can be turned upside down with one talk show episode. I not only want a cat, but I want it to be fat. Yet another reason I shouldn't have one.
On to other things.
I also, still, love short hair. And since my husband would probably never be able to look at me twice if I cut mine, I'm gonna share a pic or two that I look at just for pure pleasure and wishful thinking.
So, there is even a story behind this picture.
Two years ago, I came across a pic of this hairstyle. I loved it. I took a picture of the picture, and kept it on my phone just so I could lust over what will never be on my head. Then, miraculously, I was graced with it's presence on google again today. And, I had to share.
It's not my #1 anymore, but I still love it. And we have a history;)
I can see long, flowy, beautiful hair, and think it's gorgeous. I'm human. But, if I see a cute short hairstyle. I become envious. It's the best. Short over long. That's all I gotta say. This gene was inherited by my dad, who is goo goo ga ga over short hair. Thanks dad.
And that folks, is what I do to brighten a dull day. Look at fat cats and short hair.