I hurried and picked up the three pieces of my phone and hurried on to work. As I walked I realized I had two problems. One my glasses weren't in my bag anymore and - more expedient - I was bleeding pretty bad. Not so bad that I couldn't walk, but so bad that I couldn't just walk into the building and go straight to my desk.
Luckily no one saw me and I was able to get cleaned up in the first floor bathroom before heading up to my desk. Then very kind coworkers got me band aides and I was able to stop the bleeding. Of course I looked like a 10 year old today with my band aides, but I am really glad I wore shorts because I would have looked really dorky with ripped up pants.
At lunch I was able to find my glasses back where they fell out of my bag. And the phone isn't too big of a deal because I was going to get a new one when I switch to Brandon's plan in a few weeks.Any way, Alison, if you are reading this . . . I'm sorry I didn't call you back.















And yes I will be sending the hair to locks of love. And yes Brandon loves my new hair cut.








