Shirley Temple's back,

reincarnated in my hair...I decided two months ago to grow it out, and the painful process is being helped along by my curling iron, which gives me deliciously bouncy curls. I look like I'm about 10 and can burst into "good ship lollipop" at any point in time.

Speaking of hair, there's a hilarious article about beards from the seattle weekly blogs...I've never seen my dad without his beard in his life, and occassionally all of us siblings will petition him to shave it off for some momentous occassion. He alsways refuses.