Days #99 and #100:
Can you believe we are already to day 100? Crazy. Yesterday, I noticed that it's getting less and less difficult for me to chop off 8 inches of hair knowing that it's going to some bald kid that needs it. I used to have to psych myself up, but now, it makes me incredibly happy knowing that someone I will probably never know in my life, will feel better about themselves because somebody will make a wig out of my hair and they will get it. That's awesome. OH, and in case you ever feel the notion to chop off 8 inches, don't donate to Locks of Love. They charge for their wigs. Children with Hairloss is the way to go. They make wigs and give them to the kids for free. Anyway, that was yesterday. TOdAY, I still don't feel better, and the only pic I have is of cough medicine that Cynthia sent up. Sista has returned from Spring vaca and the la hacienda is no longer compeletely silent. I finally have somebody to talk to other than myself. I guess that's it. :0)
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