Saturday, December 5, 2009

The Other OTHER Shawna

Once in a while I meet a Shawna. It's the most bizarre thing in the world, and I'm usually so shocked I don't remember to ask the really important question, "How do YOU spell it?"
Today I went to get my gnarly, ugly fingers fixed up at the nail salon. Who else was there? Another Shawna. Craziness.
I wasn't on top of my game at the moment, so of course I did not ask her how she spells it. But I did have the state of mind to grab the camera and get a photo with her. It's not a coincidence that we got our nails the same sparkly ruby red color:



She was sweet and friendly, and her hair in the sunlight was a golden auburn. I think I love her.