I got a bit of a crap hair cut yesterday. I’m not sure why it always happens to me, but whenever I get my hair cut, my stylist never really listens to what I say I want. My hair is two inches shorter than what I asked for, and let me just warn you, it’s short now. I cried when I got home. But then I put on a fantastic pair of earrings and went to Target because there is not a whole lot that is more therapeutic for me than going to Target and doing a little shopping/wandering. Lindsay B, who appreciates Target as much as I do, helped me come up with today’s title/life saying:
Spending time in Target is like having breakfast at Tiffany’s, but SO much better!