I was feeling gross. REALLY gross. We are talking almost 2 weeks with no shower GROSS. So we made a plan.
My mom was going to cut my hair. I didn't care what it looked like, but it was getting too long. Even though I hadn't really looked in a mirror for a long time, I could feel it was too long. With my curly hair, it would turn into a mini-beehive or poodle when it was too long. The light-socket look was cramping my style. Somebody cut it or I was going to take a razor to it. Seriously. So, we asked Jenni for a pair of scissors, and my mom had at it. She just started hacking away. And no, she doesn't have any hair-dressing experience. I didn't care. Remember, I was prepared to shave my head, so fashion and style was not of great concern. But you know what? It ended up looking pretty good! And it was a heck of a lot cheaper than going out to get it done.
Then, a bath! Ok, it was a sponge bath, but again, I didn't care. I always thought I'd be so concerned about things like that, but nope. I really had lost all modesty.
Add in my painted toes courtesy of my awesome sister from a few days earlier, and I was HOT. Ok, maybe that is pushing it. At least I now felt like I was maybe even 1/2 human.