Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Okay, so I stole my daughters brush.
When you move a few things happen. You change location, neighbors, friends, grocery store and where everything fits into your new kitchen. Another thing that happens are things magically disappear in a move. For example, my brush. For some odd reason, I cannot find my hair brush. It's like it vanished into thin air. So in this situation I have decided to do what anyone else that lives less than five minutes away from Target and Wal-Mart would do. I stole one of my daughter's brush. That's right. I went and took Ellie's brush and I have been using it ever since. I had to laugh at myself as I brushed through my hair this morning. I thought wow, life is grand I am here in a new place using my daughters "Tangled" hair brush. I think we all need a good laugh sometimes.
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