So after graduation, moving classrooms, validating grades, drinking coffee, eating lunch, walking around downtown, reading on the porch, and taking a nap….I remembered I didn’t take a picture of my hair. Which makes me sad, because it was a work of art. DJ, the history teacher, told me, “you’ve got a lot going on upstairs today.”
This forgetfulness is made up for by this all too-telling picture. Check out Matthew’s facial expression, our end-of-the-school-year messy house…and for the rest, I’ll just let you analyse.
Thanks, Alyse, for making all my braiding dreams come true—at 8:00 in the morning on your day off, of all times!