Today as I was running down 21st in the rain, late for my hair appointment because of the ridiculous lack of parking in NW and my ridiculous lack of parallel parking skills, I met a large pile of leaves on the curb, which was actually a cleverly disguised puddle.
My nice black heels are bad luck, apparently. If it's not mud, it's muddy leaf water.
But my hair looks great and I'm going to see Ingrid tonight.
Can't catch me now, World.
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I love(d) Ingrid! Such a smashing night. Knowing what a fabulously lucky person I am, she probably really is my third cousin twice removed or something just as marvelous like that. ;)
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