Just last Friday I was getting ready in the morning and thought, man, it is time for a haircut. I should call Damian to fix this mess ASAP.
But later that afternoon, while eating gelato in the sun and waiting for my Georgetown candidate to show up for her interview, a lovely older woman came up to me and told me I had the most beautiful, shiny hair. My, how it sparkles in the sun!
What a nice way to start the weekend. Thanks, lady. I'm going to try to say something nice to someone every day this week.