Hair day

I really love hair day.

Eleanor went with me for her appointment, and I heard nothing but solid gold from her. Two stand outs: I overheard her ask the salon dog, “did I disrespect you in some way?” And while we were all chatting later about the dog, she described playing tug of war with Maggie (who will take her rope toy and leave when she’s had enough) as, “you mess with the rope, you get the nope.” Eleanor got her hair cut to her shoulders, and she’s getting it dyed when we get back from vacation (it will otherwise just wash out in the ocean and pools).

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