Day THREE- It's the Little Things...

...like getting shot in the arm with a paintball...

As I was cleaning off my desk last night, I found this:

That is Piper's hair from when we cut it back in NOVEMBER! Holy cow, it was buried on my desk. I looked at my list of things to do (you know, this) and realized that I NEEDED to get her hair donated. And I REALLY don't want to get shot in the arm with a paintball...so...yep. Donating Piper's Hair is replacing Getting Shot In The Arm With A Paintball. I can't do it. I'm a sissy.

Does this mean I'm giving up on a goal? No! If you reaaaaally think about it, getting shot by anything seems kind of Jackass-y, right? I mean, who really makes it a goal to get shot at all? Am I justifying this decision? Um, yah. Besides, every time I see Piper's braid on my desk, I think it's a rat. Who wants to live with that for another month?!


By the way, I was able to cross a few things off of my list today. Samantha and Scarlet's scrapbook photos have been organized and cleaned off my desk. A few little things and one huge accomplishment:

Ah, so much nicer. Like coming into a bedroom with a nicely made bed. Speaking of which...