Well. I might just have to start calling it that, cause i've never known how to refer to it. Truly. Everything else has a 'name' - to make notes before grocery shopping, or write on a recipe card, or to tell DH what's for dinner, etc. But I hate saying 'hambuger patties' or 'ground beef patties'. I think it's the patties part that bugs me. Hamburger steaks. I can live with that. Ahhh...the little things that make life better.

I got a haircut Monday. YAY. Just in time to have our pictures made for the company website today. I'd like to say I planned that, but it was a coincidence. And I convinced Daniel to get his hair cut short again. Not that it was long-long, but he had been letting it grow. So it is unmanagable, and curling around the neck, and he starts to look like a drowned rat. Never seen a man who could get such insane bed-head. I told him when we become independantly wealthy, he could have purple hair for all I care. And I had to pull out the big gun at the last minute this morning and tell him it makes it look thinner on top when it's longer. *eek* I know, but it's true. He looks nice with short hair. I told him I wanted to see HIM again (meaning not this representation that's been a destructive mess for the past year and a half). He complained. But he did it. (YAY!)

I guess I'm going to have breakfast for lunch, since I had tacos for breakfast (the kind from the little restaurant we always go to with the whole wheat lard free tortillas, so s'okay).

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