Dontcha feel like a little hula?

The good news is that my heart is now no longer two sizes too small. It’s Thursday night before a three-day weekend, and my heart is exploding.

Superproductive day at work? Check.
Desperately needed haircut that smells like a cute man because my stylist was out of her usual girl gel? Check.
Wonderful boyfriend en route with dinner? Check.

Piddlyass crap at work is still falling apart. But really, none of it is earth-shatteringly important. And, My Favorite Miss America of All Time made me laugh out loud today. Seriously, people. Look at this talent and tell me that she didn’t deserve to win. Ain’t nobody’s hips who deserve scholarship money more than Miss Michigan.


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