hairy situation

Sometimes I go for a lovely little jaunt to the fairview park mall to see what's going down in my hood...
A enjoy a even stride and wave to those that I know. It's rather enjoyable.
That is until the booth. The booth of hell. The booth where the euro men clap their little pink flat irons at you as you pass byand pressure you into their 360 degrees of mirrors.
Back off - my hair and I are fine!

oh so dreary.

Turns out that my body does not possess even one artistic bone. I figured, hey, I'll try to think of some creative ideas for wedding invitations. Not only can I not think of any ideas but I clearly cannot put them together myself.
What have I gotten myself into?

arggghhh....

Don't forget to rub your blarney stone

Top of the mornin' to ya'll.
Happy St. Patty's Day. May you find happiness in the presence of others and taps dripping of green ale.