Oooh, tonight we’re going to register at Dillard’s. Fun, fun.
It’s like shopping without having to pay. Well, except for the
part where you don’t get to take anything home, either. Hmm. So
not really like shopping at all. Does talking about this make me
seem like the greediest person alive? Well, whatever. Everyone
registers. Am I supposed to pretend like this is torture?
Puh-leeze.

This weekend, Regan and I are going to Baton Rouge. I’m getting
a haircut. Finally. It’s been six months. Actually, it will have
been six months and one day, as the last haircut I had was on
Christmas Eve. That’s sad. But it’s expensive to get long hair
cut. Well, dried. Wow. Isn’t this the best entry ever? Anyway,
I’m not going for a major cut, just a few inches.

I had some of my homemade blueberry jam for breakfast this
morning. And though it was delicious, I realize now that jam on
toast is not the most filling breakfast, as I am already hungry. Hmmph.