Though I personally don’t think that yesterday’s spirit day was as exciting as Wednesdays, I thought I’d share our “1970s” photo with you.
Close your mouths, gentlemen. That’s not the real Charlie’s Angels, though I know it appears that way. It’s just me and my coworkers.
If nothing else, please notice the french braid headband I made for myself. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror for 45 minutes trying to perfect it.
After which, Coleman said, “Yuck! Your hair looks weird. I hate braids.”
Well worth the time, I say.
You look hot. I can’t braid, which is probably good, because Marcus might not say “yuck”, but worse yet, he may say nothing.
And nothing is the worst thing to say.
you look beautiful!
B-E-A-utiful!