Pure Joy

I pulled up my jeans today and found a surprise.  A happy surprise.  A $26.00 surprise in the form of a twenty, a five, and a one.  I felt like I had just won a million dollars.  Is there a better feeling than finding money, no matter the amount?  PURE JOY. 

Then I laughed because I could tell that this wasn't laundered money, ifyouknowwhatI'msaying.  Don't judge me.  I hate jeans fresh from the dryer.  They are always too tight.  Oh hell, who am I kidding... they are always too tight.  And NO, I'm not one of those "I'm so fat!" girls who is 5'8" and 115 lbs. soaking wet.  But that is another post.

The other form of pure joy I've experienced this AM was that I woke up with a good hair day.  Yes.  I woke up this way (minus the makeup, which in this photo, you can't even tell that I'm wearing).

 

 

 

 

Also, my nose is not that big.  Must be the camera angle.  This photo also makes me realize I need to wear lipstick or lip stain or SOMETHING other than just EOS.  But look at that hair!!  I mean, this is amazing for me.  My skills don't go further than being able to use a flat iron.  I can't even use a flat iron to make wavy/curly-ish hair.

 

Look at me, all taking selfies and putting it out there in blogland! (you can't sense the sarcasm, but trust me, it's there).