I was running a little late as I realised when I went to feed the girls breakfast that we had no bread, so a last minute run to the bakery was in order. Kids can be so needy, what with the needing the breakfast. I jumped in the car and fanged it to get my eyebrows tended to first, then had a coffee at my favourite shop (kid free which was even better) then jumped in the car to head to Bowral. I was in Rob’s car for the trips and when I jumped in and sped off I also lost my hearing to Kanye West. And Jay Z. Full ball. Say what you will about the boy, I like his music. Always have. Especially before Kim. The album was Watch The Throne. There are some great tracks on it and I was getting pumped up, singing away, pumping my head like it was nobodies business. Especially not of a Mother of two from the Southern Highlands business.
I got to the hairdresser, sat down, discussed colour and then and straight out asked for an UNDERCUT. Just like that. Well, it’s not like the first undercut I’ve had. I’ve had a few. In fact, it’s right up there as one of my big google searches. But it’s been YEARS I tell you.
Who do I think I AM?
|Be prepared for some un made my, natural, bad skinned snaps. Are you?|
|Do you love my liver spot? Well, DO YOU? Hot.|
|What? Selfies can be tricky sometimes. Especially when trying to get to the back.|
It’s MARINE short back there. And I quite love it. Harper told me it was fancy and Daisy didn’t mention that I look like Grandma at all. It’s a new year. A new start. And I’m about to call the paparazzi on myself.