Well, actually I have a confession to make... Kevin actually read my mind about the wig. I think just about last week, I was just wondering to myself how nice it would be if I owned a wig so I could just switch from having long hair to short in a matter of minutes. But I didn't think of how scary it would be to actually really own a wig. But I was just thinking to myself. It didn't mean I really wanted one!
But still, I am mad at Kevin for not knowing (really knowing) me after all these years! I wonder will I face disappointment after disappointment with every approaching occasion? Sigh & hmm...
