I took a half day off of work today. The hubs met me downtown, watched me choke down a sour beer, fed me Thai and took me to get my hair done. I've historically been a Great Clips sorta girl. Actually, let's be honest: I've been a kitchen stool sorta girl. Thanks, Mom.
So it was absolutely fabulous to spend an hour being pampered and getting a hair cut that doesn't look like shit.
Afterwards, I caught up with my inside source for the potential new job. I'm super hopeful, but if you never hear me mention it again, it's because I got those silly hopes crushed.
And then it was barn time! Archie and I had a nice ride in the big pasture, complete with me telling him to get over himself and give me more. I got it. Love this guy. Eventually, I'll do a post-clinic assessment of whether our MPH reflects us really inching forward faster than molasses.
For now, here's my little turtle, covertly getting closer as his sweat dries.
Tomorrow, D and I are driving down to Jax to watch UGA whoop Florida. Yes, there will be a tack store!