Confession #33: I hate it when my appointments get canceled
This is what I may have looked like today when my happy butt drove 35 minutes across town for a hair appointment, only to find out that my hair dresser didn't feel well and already went home for the day. Cool. Oh and they can't reschedule me for a month. Even cooler. Here's to hoping that the unintentional ombre look is a good one.
(*Please note that I am not completely a cold-hearted woman and I do hope that my hair dresser feels better soon).
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