Just call me George

I was just sitting outside reading Desiring God over my lunch break, and there were so many of those cotton-y things floating around (and therefore landing in my afro of hair) that I feel like I’m wearing a George Washington-esque powdered wig.  I just spent like 10 minutes in the bathroom picking out little wisps of cotton from my hair and off my clothes.  It was great.  Ok, not really, but I can deal with it because the weather is so freaking awesome today.


2 Responses to “Just call me George”

  1. Timmer Says:

    since when do you have an afro?

  2. Becky Says:

    I call my cat George…

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