The adipose-challenged lady sang

I did it. I really did do it. I had my hair cut and styled, and it is now about an inch below my chin. I had 4 inches cut off in November and 4 more inches today. It looks so dark to me - the ends were several shades lighter than the crown. The stylist was very good and dealt with my fears and indecision. I am probably the only customer she ever had who showed up with pictures of what she DIDN'T want. I showed one, and said if I went home looking like that again I would cry all the way home.

My intention was to show her what I didn't want, make a few suggestions, and let her pick the style from there. I was very pleased with her work. Due to my hair being heavy and thick, it tends to fall fast after being fluffed up. I wanted Child to see my new style, so I immediately went to where she works to show her. It was about a half hour drive, so it fell down, but she got the concept and was delighted also. zlong bangs. It is basically a modernized classic cut, about an inch below my chin. Scary, but a definite improvement, assuming I can style it myself.

I would have taken a side trip for a second peek at the condo complex I am interested in, but I missed the turn and decided to go another day. Instead, I snagged the Birkenstock clogs in the car, took off my Mephisto lace up low boots, and walked. First, of course, I stopped in the restaurant where Child works, had some soup, and waited for the friend I called to show up and walk with me. Child pushed a beer on me. Maybe that wasn't a good idea, since I am a cheap drunk (Remo and Anne can verify that). After that I had two glasses of diet Pepsi, so I had alcohol and caffeine. Yikes!

Alcohol, diet Pepsi, and soup. We walked from ladies' room to ladies' room for a while, but managed to get in some mileage anyway. I made a stop or two to quickly search for a petite sized dark red blouse, which I have been trying to find for almost 6 months now. As usual, no joy, but I don't mind. It's really not the best color for my red hair anyway.

The roads were purported to be bad, but I didn't see anything other than ice bouncing off the hood to my car. The roads themselves were fine. I didn't spill my soup on Christine. Child told me she will come and get some more of her stuff from my house next week. I walked 5 miles, same as yesterday, and felt fine. Nothing hurt or complained. I didn't even dribble anything on my shirt.

Wiz the cat woke up yesterday, started eating, and has been her usual wise-bum annoying, screaming self. A trip to the vet no longer is planned for her. Molly is on a diet, but is taking it like a woman. Baby is consoling herself with her teddy bear, which is the funniest thing in the world to see.

She has to have a certain sized teddy bear. They must have fairly long fur. She ignores the short-haired ones. She flips them over on their stomachs, head forward. She bites the back of the neck on the right side, and then slides her front feet under the upper legs (arms?) of the teddy and kneads her toes like a cat. Her eyes close within 10 seconds and she looks like the happiest dog in the world. Then she falls asleep. She has been doing this since she was a little pup.

In other words, nothing went wrong today.