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Something came up. So maybe I'll treat myself to a burrito at the Mexican truck across from the post office and leave the groceries for my big city day tomorrow.
By a miracle, between the lady who cuts my hair being the kind of ace you don't often find in the sticks and the fact that my hair can't decide anymore between straight and curly, we can cut it so it's hundreds of different lengths and I look like a movie star without any product or curlers or blow drying.
All true, except the movie star part.
pipe up any time....
