It seems that spring has sprung on my head, and it looks a bit like Annie Lennox. Yep, I've got about an 1/8th of an inch of toe-heady blond hair sticking straight up. Not quite twins, but everytime I walk past a mirror or window, for some reason I keep busting out singing "Sweet dreams are made of this. Who am I to disagree? I travel the world and seven seas. Everyone is looking for something." Who knew I could dance like that?