I have waited seventy five weeks for this moment.
Five hundred and twenty five days have crawled teasingly past; 12600 hours have edged painfully along; 756000 minutes have dragged tauntingly by; and on every single follicly challenged one of them I have remained patient, resilient, focused and unwavering in my longing for and pursuit of THIS VERY DAY.
(to really appreciate my trepidation, revisit this post and this one)
Get. Your. Peepers. Around. T-H-A-T.
What do you mean you can't see it?! IT'S RIGHT THERE.With a pink bobble around it.
Look. THERE. Too far away?
Now come on. That is a little belter. No, actually...hang on...
THERE. That's the one. Lustrous locked perfection.
That bobble there CONTAINS ABOUT FOUR HAIRS THAT ARE GROWING OUT OF MY DAUGHTER'S HEAD.
*runs out of front door while ripping off clothing and streaks down the main road shrieking with joy while slapping her rippling cellulite with the back of a paddle brush*
My work here is done.