Pesky bow!

I wented to the hairdresser this morning, and I WISH they would not put a bow in my hair.  Even though it does match my tongue.  It takes forever to get it out - the bow, not the tongue.  My tongue is out all the time because it's a bit warm and I'm panting.  Panting with the effort of getting that pesky bow out.

I'm not a girly girl.  I'm more of a tomboy.  I think I'll go down and have a fight with Little Ern. 

That'd be fun.