No more hair dryer (Day 12)

Part of the joys of travelling is the packing.  Or the forgetting, in my case.  It's inevitable - whenever we go somewhere, I forget something.   It could be as simple as a toothbrush or as complicated as my DD's Epi-Pen (only did that once, thank goodness!).

For my trip to my inlaws' this past weekend, it was my hair dryer.   I, therefore subjected everyone to my wind-swept (or blown, as the case may be) hair this weekend.  And you know what?  It didn't look too bad. 

Apparently, I have a bit of a wave in my hair.  And my current haircut provides little "wings" around the side of my face.   I think it's rather attractive.  DH thought so, too.  "Hey Farrah," he said, "I like the 'do."

So for all my friends and family, you'll be seeing my new "hairdo" for the next 11 months or so. 

Just don't call me Farrah.