side notes

I like wearing a hat to synagogue. Actually, I like wearing hats in general, but wearing a hat to services helps me feel like a married lady. I know that’s silly, but it’s kind of like how being able to pay my own bills makes me feel like a grownup. Pus, it makes me accidently frum sometimes, and sometimes I like that. Skirts, heels, tights, makeup, earrings, and a hat. All things I don’t always wear the rest of the week, I always wear a shirt though, so I didn’t list that, but I do have some nicer tops that I don’t wear to work (I’m pretty sure I could get away with jeans and a sweater if I wanted to push my personal limits there, but I’m happy with slacks and a non-t shirt top).

Yes, I cut my hair, no I’m not pregnant (even though I dropped out of the drug trial, we’re not ready for babies yet). I go through cycles of chopping off my hair, getting lazy and letting it grow, and then getting mad at it and donating +12″ inches at a time. FYI, it 14″ when I chopped it off in February. Sadly, I haven’t gotten around to donating it yet, my ponytail is still in the bag I brought it home from the salon in.

Speaking of being lazy, our wedding clothes are still dirty and hanging in the closet in the second bedroom/study. That room is turning into a garbage pit. Ick. It needs to go through a purge. Not all books are worth holding onto, right?

Tomorrow’s goals:

• get some serious cleaning done in prep for passover
• finish the last 12-15 or so wedding thank you notes that didn’t get done with the rest. Oops!
• comb through the wedding album draft and email changes to the photographers