The haircut looks good. Lots of hair gone now.
Got cute shoes.
When I sat down to have my hair done, the lady asked if I wanted my eyebrows done, too. I politely declined wondering WTF is wrong with my eyebrows??
Came home, checked mirror, still liked hair, fixed eyebrows. Looked at shoes - still like them. So, I’m all kinds of stylin’ (or well, something close to it.)
So, what’s a gal to do? Bake a birthday cake, of course.
So, I may already be skirting disaster, as it says to put the pans in the oven *immediately* after the batter is ready, and well, the oven isn’t ready yet. So, I’m in a holding pattern for a few more minutes. I really hope it turns out - I’d prefer not to have to go to the bakery!
Update: Oven finally got to 350. Pans are in. First injury received.
