Highlighted.

I braved up and got my hair highlighted.  I'm normally one who hates change, and gets nervous about what other people will think  (especially when I was in highschool, I was the WORST) but all of the sudden, I don't really care anymore, and it feels great!

Jared and I can't decide.  Is he the little piggy who went to the market? or the little piggy who had roast beef? Because we defintely know he isn't- the little piggy who stayed home, had none, or went wee weee wee wee all the way home, because rolling over is about as far as he can go.