The second day--oh, friends, the second day. The second day I got a brush stuck in my hair.
For seven hours.
There was a brush. In my hair. FOR SEVEN HOURS.
Please, for the love of all that is holy, tell me that one of you has done something more ridiculously stupid than that. Please.
We eventually got the brush out, although I ended up losing a chunk of my hair. Would that I could go back to the beginning, lose the hair, and get the seven hours back. Ah, well.
If ever there were a day for a three beautiful things post, it is this.
- Tonight we baked a peach pie that I had frozen this summer, made of peaches we picked as a family one afternoon. It was so perfectly peachy I almost cried. Every bite was like a burst of warm sunshine.
- My husband still loves me, even though I ruined the second day of our vacation. I made him a three-pound monstrosity of a meatloaf tonight as part of my attempt to make amends. With two different meats! Meatloaf is his love language.
- The smiles and hugs from the kids when we returned home were utterly delicious.