turns out ...

Purple Kool-Aid doesn't dye one's hair nearly as well as red Kool-Aid does. At least ... not when the one is my sister, a dirty strawberry blonde whose locks take especially well to red #40 (as opposed to blues #1 and #5). It just didn't stick - at least it didn't look bad, just kind of like darker natural highlights. The kind that don't respond well to photography.

Things that respond somewhat better: friends.  

most definitely not my sister (:



You know something discouraging? Running out of ways to show love to people. Falling out of touch.

Missing opportunities - I blow so many opportunities every day.

(So after writing that, I remembered that I'd planned to read Daniel tonight, and that is an opportunity I can't miss. Especially after flat-out forgetting that it's a book about dreams - then opening it, and remembering - and having just had an extremely relevant conversation along those lines - I'll get back to you. Monday for sure. Possibly before then.)