…I wore flip flops in a downpour and realized that rainy summers aren’t so bad after all. John spent the day making gelato with Laura, and Nina and I went to the salon to chop our hair short. As I’m writing this, I can hear the girls bickering in their bedroom, which is right above my head. For now, this is okay. For now, it’s simply good to be home again.
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So do when does the new hairdo make its debut? 🙂
Heh–once I find my camera. I can’t seem to locate it since I came home : ) It’s kind of a cross between yours and Kate’s, I think.