I am a girl. With girl hair.

I blew dry my hair yesterday for the first time in a verrrrrrry loooooong time, and Jonathan fell in love with me all over again. He could not stop staring at my hair and sighing. Thank you, Katherine, for your hair styling tips. They rocked, because every now and then yesterday Jonathan would forget how fabulous my hair looked, and he would be talking and then he would glance over at me and the full force of my hair would hit him and his voice would trail off into nothingness and he would just smile vacantly. Seriously. I am not exaggerating.

I woke up this morning, and the first thing he said to me was, "God, your hair still looks good even after you slept on it all night!"