Getting my hair cut is always good “therapy.”
This gal gives the best head massage scrub ever.Then she gave me a lesson on bobby pinning my bangs. When you have another blogger cut your hair, they don’t think you’re a weirdo when you ask them to take the picture of the back of your head.
Good seeing you Genn. I feel very refreshed.
You know what else capped off this quick therapy?
Retail Therapy: a run to the mall afterward s, with no kids, no agenda, and no time limit.
I even thought about getting a Cinnabon, but its bathing suit season now. So I skipped out on that one, maybe next time. I actually tried on sunglasses, leisurely. Without screaming at the cute little blonde guy I always have in tow, "Stop touching everything."The guy at the sunglasses counter in Nordstrom told me I looked like I was having a good day. Little did he know I had been Mommy Dearest a few hours before but therapy was turning me back into a normal person.
What’s your therapy fix?