Make A Clean Sweep…
It Ain’t Over Till The Fat Lady Sings.
My doggies have been networking. And doing a darn good job I may add.
Yesterday was a perfect day in NYC. As with a great hair day, sunny, mild, humidity free weather puts a glide in your ride.
This is my week to nurture. Thankfully, my daughter is healing. Now I have another patient to tend to.
Life’s frustrations. Like a sturdy washer, I spin my emotions and issues away or I eat my feelings.
What happens during the night to your hair? We need to ponder the importance of a cure. Bed head is a serious blight on all.