Temple Hair

I look forward to a period in my life when I no longer have to get wet when I attend the temple. (If I have any readers that are not members of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints I have posted a link so you can read up on the church's sacred ordinance of Baptisms for the Dead.) I do not mind sacrificing at all but my hair suffers from the chlorine. . .  And from my lack of a desire to fix it afterward.

This morning Kati and I went at 5:45 (ok it was more like six by the time I dragged myself out of bed. I keep turning off my alarm unknowingly. I'm going to have to relocate it I think) and seeing as how I hadn't gone to bed until two last night there was no way I wasn't going back to bed when I got home.  Lately the evening wait time has been close to two and a half hours. I didn't know the baptistry had an overflow until this semester started. Now I know.

With this in mind, Kati and I have rearranged our schedules and try to make Saturday mornings our time. Even at six in the morning it took us an hour!
I wish that it could have gone a little faster if only for the fact that I looked hideous. And for all of you nice people that are thinking, "No Ashlee, you couldn't possibly": first, bless your hearts and second, it's sadly true. Blood-shot eyes and lack of cover-up on the annoying left-over-from-picking-stupidly-at-my-blemishes marks come together to make me quite a sight at six a.m.
I think the best part of my appearance by far was after going to sleep with semi-wet hair and being woken up by my roommate at about 10:30. I was a sight. Now that I think about it I really wish that I'd taken a picture. So I have provided the next best thing-- an action figure version that I found on google.
So the whole point of this was so that I could post a picture of this. I have a roundabout way to get to the point, don't I?

I'm the one on the left.