tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-811193045781060899.post-20627739578312874902008-02-11T17:11:00.000-06:002008-02-11T17:20:45.757-06:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rzbY_fQzqhY/R7DXFIK6tcI/AAAAAAAAANc/3DiZthRU6Qc/s1600-h/CIMG1059.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rzbY_fQzqhY/R7DXFIK6tcI/AAAAAAAAANc/3DiZthRU6Qc/s320/CIMG1059.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165865255686550978" /></a><br />Momma's hair has started coming out, so we went wig shopping today. Don't ask why, but I wound up with her wig at my house. I don't think I like myself as a blonde...Tricia Fieldshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01935624024772532765noreply@blogger.com