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it's Friday!

Y'all.  How long do your roots have to be before you have to do something about it?  I'm asking for a friend.

That's not true.  It's me.  I could see that you really believed that it wasn't me, and I couldn't let you be mislead that way.

So seriously, what's the rule?  I mean, they're not bad, really.  It's just that between taking out a mortgage on a new house, remodeling a kitchen, and replacing all the flooring, we're not exactly rolling in the hay right now.  Can you believe that stores actually expect you to pay for things?  Up Front?  I know, I was surprised too.  So, shelling out the Benjamins for a color visit is not on the list of things the hubs is currently willing to say "yes" to.  I really don't want to box dye it all one color because I have a pretty color picked out for the fall and don't want to damage my hair.  Truthfully, I'm hoping you all will say, "sure, you can go another eight weeks into September and then get it done".

In other news-

I am down six pounds since starting my new medication two weeks ago.  It took almost two months to lose that much the first time around.  My total inches lost are 20.75.  I'm pretty proud of that number.

You may or may not have noticed that I keep changing up the template on the blog.  It's because I'm trying to fix the widgets.  I know, weird word, and I don't even truly understand what I'm saying.  I just know that the blog posts are duplicating.  I fear that it may lead to actually paying someone to design the blog and/or moving over to Wordpress or the like.  Yes, you are correct.  Paying someone to design my blog is right above "getting my hair did" on the above mentioned list.

Have a safe and happy weekend,

Katye

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