This morning, before a friend even said hello he looked me up and down, and zoned in on my limp, long hair.

Picking up a section of my hair, he studied the length and texture as if I wasn’t in the room. He looked up and smiled and said, “Wow. You look like such a hippie today. Is that the look you were going for?”

Um, yeah. In between the spot cleaning the pee accident on the bed and hastily stuffing my sterilized pump parts into its case, I specifically thought to myself, let’s aim for Janis Joplin today.

Happy Friday!