In my area, there’s a giant, statewide yard sale going on all down one of our major highways. As is typical with yard sales, you never know what you’re going to find.
And as is typical with me – you never know what’s going to happen.
I’ll let the pictures tell the story:
I got up at five this morning to shower and try to do something with my face to make it more presentable, and had a little bit of time before waking up the girls.
I got bored.
I had already slathered my hair with the plethora of products to try to tame it down and still had the hair gel by me. I look at it.
I look back at Darrick, looking comfy as all get out with his arms propped up behind his head and snoring like it pays him money.
He has no hair on his head….but he has armpits.
This morning, he woke up to teeny, tiny dreadlocks in places I’m pretty sure he never expected.
Domestically Dippy 