decisions, decisions

It's hot. Every day I lose a little bit of ground in my battle to keep my hair long until the wedding. I know that if I do le grande choppe I will regret it ... but ARGH. Not only are the cutest short cuts popping up all over the place, but last night it took forever to get to sleep because my hair is like an insulated nest for my head. HOT. It also gets in S.'s face when we sleep, makes a secondary carpet on the floor, gets eaten by the dog, and in general is way too unruly to fix in the morning except to wrangle it into some kind of ponytail before jetting out the door.

It's not even 7 a.m. and it's so freaking hot I wish I had a do-nothing job in an air-conditioned office in Waikiki where I could take three-hour lunches, eat cookies, and snoop through other people's blogs all the live-long day.

Nah, I don't. That job would suck and so would I. (Cookies, however, would be awesome right about now. Cookies and air conditioning.)

Man, it's hot.