Well, now she has twelve hairs. I showed it to my son's wife. She smiled and said, "Cute! What is it?"
Oka-a-a-y. Guess I'm not quite done with her (the doll) yet!
I'm feeling tired and frustrated and I'm wanting to cry. Someone take away my creative license. Please. Maybe I should have went to the New Year's Eve Party afterall.
But wait just a minute. I'm no quitter. No Way! There is an answer to this problem and I just thought it up all by my lonesome.