I'm away on a girls' trip this weekend. I know I've been indulging my wanderlust ridiculously as of late, but hey you take what you can get WHEN you can get it.
It was a last minute decision and due to heavy traffic we didn't make it to our destination until we'd driven straight through the night, arriving nearly at sunrise. My sister and I kept ourselves awake with tales from our youth (me probably having slightly more tales to tell) and honey roasted almonds.
My lips are mere hints of lips, they are so shrivelled and salted. But we made it and tumbled into bed before seeing the sun come up. Today we did the sisterly thing and went shopping. I purchased a flat iron from a kiosk at the mall (I KNOW!) and narrowly escaped being talked into splurging for hair extensions. They clipped in so easily and VOILA! insta-hair and it was a perfect match to my hair color and everything.
Once it was styled I had hair envy so bad (except that the hardware that attached it to my head made me feel sort of like an armadillo) - I nearly succumbed to the allure of having long, golden tresses.
I felt like a rock star. A rock star armadillo, but still: Long! Golden! Hair! I may even have swished my head back and forth to see the light shimmering off my newly donned locks.
But my sister breathed reason into my ear and the spell was broken. What did she say? Three simple words, Sleep on it.