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Hair, day eighty-two

I know it seems like my hair doesn’t grow. 82 days?! Shouldn’t I be able to throw it out the window and let a local prince climb it like a rope, up two stories into my room? Where I would promptly slap his face for…

March 29, 2012

On task

Annual job review: excellent work, Coco!

Playing on the iPat

A little under the weather, lounging on the couch with PILLOW! BLANKET! IPAT! “How do you ask for those things, Marlo?” “Please have pillow, blanket, iPat? NOW!“