Stop the presses.
Today, I had a Good Hair Day.

When I woke up, my hair was good, and all day at work my hair was good. It was being all good when I got there, and good when I talked to my boss, and good when I looked in the mirror, and good when the guys in maintenance told me I can prank postcard their wives from Paris, and good when that guy whose name I don't know tried to ask me out.
It was Good Hair.
Then I walked home in the rain and my good hair decided to give up the ruse and go back to normal.
Today, I had a Good Hair Day.

When I woke up, my hair was good, and all day at work my hair was good. It was being all good when I got there, and good when I talked to my boss, and good when I looked in the mirror, and good when the guys in maintenance told me I can prank postcard their wives from Paris, and good when that guy whose name I don't know tried to ask me out.
It was Good Hair.
Then I walked home in the rain and my good hair decided to give up the ruse and go back to normal.
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And yes, definitely piles of puppy kisses and snuggles. She's a sweetie-pie!