Today was just like any other Tuesday; Grocery shopping, Rubio's for lunch, Target, Pet store for bird seed, and so on. But this time I had all four of my children in the car with me.
It was crazy. And I mean it.
Claire blasted Taylor Swift's "Love Story" and with each hit of the
replay button it got louder and louder.
I texted Lucy in between stop lights.
Nie: Luc, I need help doing my hair.
Lucy: Let me see your hair. Take a pic.
Lucy: I want to see what you are doing to it.
Nie: Why? I can't do it. I need your help
Lucy: Do you have good products to use
Nie: You mean like the sweet straightener I got at Wallgreens?
Lucy: Steph, you are going to have to spend a little money on some nice hair stuff
Nie: No way, let me just use yours
Lucy: And as a rule of thumb, never share hair products
Lucy: I'll be up tomorrow to do your hair
And that's how it went. And so tomorrow I shall have a hair evaluation with Lucy, except not with her "products" (whatever that means)