It's the little things

So, I think I figured out a way to blow dry my hair (using some product to help the situation), that covers up the majority of the hole in my head.

I'm so glad.

I didn't want to be that bridesmaid in Cathy's wedding that when I walked down the aisle, everyone said, "OMG, what happened to her???"

But that in itself is ridiculous.

Like anyone is going to be paying any attention to me. It's CATHY'S wedding, and people will just want me to walk down the aisle as quickly as I can so they can see the beautiful bride.

It's kind of like how I'm pissy about Kristen's memorial service.

They planned it for the exact same day and time as Cathy's wedding. I was going to read the poem at the service. I'm sad, and mad that they didn't ask ME when would be a good time.

But that too is ridiculous.

The service is for Kristen. To celebrate her life.

I have her hats...nobody else has something like that.

Somebody else can read the poem. Or maybe it can be printed in the service program.

Happy Thanksgiving :)