To celebrate, I added a dash of colour to my hair.
I also reached a new low in my level of klutziness this week. I reached over to steal a delicious nacho off of Richard's plate and somehow scratched my throat on a sharp corner. It hurts a lot. I am having a hard time swallowing things. Richard really doesn't like it when I steal his nachos. Karma is a bitch.
Tune in tomorrow when I tell a story about Matthew's first trip to the movies.