her hair was flat when she woke up. I fluffed it with a dot of mousse. That's it. Headband. Out the door.
Team Zahara!
I still feel weird having Tog's hair "out." But boy do I love walking out of the house without wrestling with her hair.
Okay. So remember a few weeks back? When I talked about how much I hate Twitter?
I didn’t get it.
I would log on, post something and never see a response. The Twitter abbreviations made understanding the messages difficult sometimes. I didn’t understand things like re-tweet. hashtag. follow fridays. And that damn pound sign everywhere made no sense to me.
All of the above are still true. I still hate Twitter. Sometimes.
But, dear readers, I finally get it. And I urge you all to check it out, if you haven’t already. If you’re part of the initiated, feel free to skip to the very end of this post for some VERY IMPORTANT INFORMATION.
Good morning my Dear Readers!
On Monday, I posted about my quest to find a place where everybody knows your name. And I talked about Omar’s, the Cuban restaurant that I want to be my special place.
I have an update. I was thinking maybe I should wait until my weekly wrap-up post. But I can’t. Must share now.
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