Having my hair washed in a salon.
Adult conversation with Megan and Caity, uninterrupted by needy little bodies.
(Bonus: my stylist is my sister.)
(The industrial exposed rafters that compose the view from the shampoo bowl, a now-familiar scene from so many mini-vacations for trims, cuts, low lights, bangs, or maybe a chunk of purple.)
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