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It does get in the way a lot. Sunglasses act more as a headband of the future, lol.   It doesn’t always work, but this is in addition to being tied back.  The beach is a hard place to take pictures with hair.  It also doesn’t help that my hair is about 6ft long it seems. It also doesn’t help that my hair hates humidity & salt in the air.  The downside of the ocean!  But, I have a goal of never cutting it.  Of course, this 1st picture is me turning around in realization that a certain someone was taking a picture of me.  Nobody ever takes pictures of me taking pictures so the fact that recently i’m photographed doing photographs is an interesting concept for me.  I hate having my picture taken ha ha.  Also, I’m sorta unrecognizable because the sun in S. Florida has turned me brown, in freckles.  For being a little more than 2 hours south of Orlando, the sun has tanned me in freckles I haven’t seen in many years.
 

Why a post on hair about myself?  I don’t know… at least someone can touch my hair and sit next to my craziness.  I love the fact that Matt has some “how now brown cow” that takes gross shower pics of herself that he can’t touch in Asia and has to live with that fact.  What a stupid idiot.  It’s the bloodline.  An update otherwise… he never asks about his kids, doesn’t do anything with them except when I tell him to, has run away from the girls while they cry 3 times now, has become a little violent with them, more secretive, and well, again…. bloodline.  I should keep my kids sheltered from being influenced by their deoxyribonucleic acid.  The stories i’ve heard from the less than handful of times he’s spent with them in a month…
Tonight he asked me if the kids had school Monday.  Well, if he knew anything about his kids he’d know we are waiting on a “school assignment” from St. Lucie County (ridiculous)… but yeah, still not in school yet.  Amazing.