I Wouldn't Name My Son Harold.

Speaking of hair, I got my hair cut yesterday. And I love it! It is cute and short-ish and easy-to-do and flirty and fun. And my husband -- my I-only-like--you-hair-long-no-matter-how-bad-it-looks- husband -- loves it! Hooray!

Hair is kind of crazy because it can really be the difference between a good day and a great day. And even a good day and a bad day. And that is why this haircut is so significant to me.

All of the excitement of having cute hair that is manageable means I was completely blindsided by this discovery:
I. Found. A. Gray. Hair. And not just one. TWO.