I cut off a couple of years worth of hair in the last few months.
It's almost like a cleansing of the past. All I'm left with now is pregnancy hair and 4 months of post baby growth.
I'm okay with that.
Justin is one of the only guys I know who prefers short hair, which is odd because he had hair down to the middle of his back for the first few years I knew him.
And like a cleanse, he cut it all off when he graduated from State.
I wouldn't consider my hair a "mom haircut", although people like to say that.
Whatever. It feels good to start fresh.
Justin is sick. I hate it because he doesn't want to laugh, and there is too much silence.
He fuels my funny fire and the flame has been burning low for the last couple nights.
The highlight of my day was driving along side a train. This is one of my favorite things.
It's exhilarating to me for some reason.
Justin thought I was dumb for getting excited about it.
It all stems from a "moment" I had about 5 years ago speeding down Chatham, where there aren't any stop lights for a few miles, with the windows down and Simon and Garfunkels song Only Living Boy in New York blasting and a huge steel train blowing its horn in a way that complimented the song and the moment so perfectly.
Now I have a "moment" everytime i drive next to a train and any good song that is playing instantly sounds better with that conductor blowing the horn behind it.
aaaand...I also like seeing clouds of bats moving across the sky when the sun has almost set.
That is all for now.
Now here are things that I love:
baby high 5's
Dude, honestly it is documented that I feel my most American when I'm driving next to a train with the music playing. It is one of my absolutes, especially when the sun is pretty and isn't it your eyes.
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