So I asked you to ask me questions.
Here are my answers:
Angel said "you steal from other bloggers?" in a wink wink nudge nudge kind of way. The ants are my friends answer, my friends, is HELL YEAH! But you knew that already.
Carrie wanted to know if I hate peas, too. No. I love any kind of pea, as long as it's not canned. Canned peas are quite possibly the grossest canned food ever. Except for canned spinach, maybe.
Patrick must know that I quit math after 11th grade Geometry, so he gave me a story problem: "If a train leaves Cleveland heading west at 35 mph, and a train leaves Denver headed east at 47 mph, when will they pass?"
Patrick. Patrick, Patrick, Patrick. You need to visit France, where the trains travel MUCH faster, and not just because a kilometer is shorter than a mile. Oh, and Patrick? One more thing: PINK!
My bald ex-colleague wanted to know if poop meant what he thought it meant. Dear ex-colleague: Oui. Poop = caca. Ce genre de vocabulaire est essentiel, surtout quand on a des enfants.
Lee, Bonnie, Margaret, and that bald French guy all wanted to see a picture of my new hair. Silly me, I forgot to take a photo that first day. My stylist, Ashley, did a great job drying my hair (well, it doesn't take much to do a better job than I do, considering that I NEVER blowdry my hair), and when she was done, she drawled, "Honey, you need to go out on a hot date tonight." My hair looked awesome. I think Allan said "Wow!" when I walked out of the salon.
But in all honesty, it's not really a "new" 'do. It was more of a trim with more layers added in. It was also my first trip to the salon since December, and back then I posted a photo. And it's pretty much the same look. Go here if you want to see my hair.
Finally, Rand and Melanie didn't ask any questions, but they left some nice comments. Thanks, guys.
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