“Okay, did you remember your phone charger? Toothbrush? Sunglasses?” Roxy calls from outside, slamming shut the trunk of her car.

“Yes, yes, and on my head!” I bound out of our apartment complex front door with a huge spring in my step.

I finally got Hannah to cut my hair yesterday into a fun bouncy bob that Roxy won’t stop raving about.

My gorgeous girlfriend is dressed in cutoffs and a tight teal tank top that complements her bronze skin ...