language, harry
my girls are currently attempting to dye their hair with kool aid. I DID THAT, 10 years ago, when i was their age. at cty, even. i told them it didn’t work then, and unless kool aid has been spiking its punch with bleach, it won’t work now.
on the other hand, it gives them something to do besides shriek.
currently i’m bracing myself for the weekend ahead. weekends are not easy for the RAs. luckily this weekend begins with a clash dance, for which my calves get to wear one bright green fishnet knee sock and one blue sparkly one. the rest of me is not as exciting — how could it be?
here goes.