Here I am in all my mama glory. Notice the hair in desperate need of a cut. See the weird stare in my eyes. Admire the way our blinds match my sweatshirt. Remind me not to hold the camera at an angle.

I still haven't had a hair cut since I took this picture, but the amount of humidity in the air around here has changed, making my hair less frizzy. Small miracles people, that's all we ask for. And the axe murderer stare, I have to admit that I've had it for most of my life. I can't figure out which side of my family to blame for it..but I do know that both my brother and sister are cursed with it as well. I do credit this particular look of insanity with my success as a substitute teacher. Whether people appreciate a manic stare in their local cheesemonger is something I will have to learn on the fly.

Tomorrow is my last Saturday off for a very long time. Wish me some enjoyment.