No choppy choppy of le hair tonight*. Work hopped in the front seat and pamper-me-salon-time has been relocated somewhere near the trunk. Maybe even falling out the back like rusty tin cans on a "Just Married" car.
Rescheduled for next Thursday. Lock it in with a Sharpie.
*To be perfectly clear, I did NOT chicken out. There was honestly a meeting I couldn't get out of. I have alibis.
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