TA DUM!

Here are the photos I promised of Corrine's haircut. I love it. And more importantly, she does too. I was very worried because SEE ALL THAT HAIR? I mean, as a girl (or woman) your hair kindof identifies who you are, and a drastic change can sometimes be a bit overwhelming. But she loves it and is so happy with it. She has been asking to have it cut for a while and I wasn't sure, but now that we've done it, have I told you that we love it? It's so easy to brush. No more snarls. And, like half the shampoo and conditioner, and oh-so-easy to do! I didn't get a good picture of the back, but it's stacked. Or layered. Or in Michael's word, "SHORT".
This morning when she got up and was getting ready for school, she said her tummy hurt. I thought that she just didn't want to go because of the anticipation of everyone commenting on her hair. So I pumped up her ego, told her she was adorable, and that she could write down the negative feelings or words that others gave her and burn it in the backyard after school, because hey, who needs that toxicity? But no. Her true feelings were made clear when I picked her up 45 minutes later and pulled away from the curb. No sooner had I snapped my seat belt into place, (safety first) than I had to rip it off like the Hulk and lean over to shove the passenger door open so my daughter's vomit would land on the asphalt and not in the car. I feel sorry for the custodian. Maybe we should pray for rain.
Summation: It's not the hair. It's the flu.