I'm writing this as we drive in the middle of nowhere in Oklahoma. I love technology.
The King is listening to the Cowboys/Eagles game. The Princess is watching a movie.
How spoiled are we?
Ok. Dallas Recap:
Um. Apparently I already had the Katie Holmes haircut. I'm guessing I was really longing for her cheekbones.
My appointment was at 10 this morning. At 9:45 my phone rang. It was the salon.
"Hi! We are wanting to confirm you appointment with Snow at 10 a.m.."
"Um. My appointment is with Mary."
Mary is someone with whom I am familiar. And really. Her name is Mary. I felt my hair was safe with someone named Mary.
Not someone named Stargazer.
So the girl said, "Yeah. Well, Mary doesn't work on Mondays."
Funny. Mary worked on Mondays when I freakin' made the appointment.
I asked---and I can't believe I asked this---how much experience Snow had with hair.
Girl replied, "Oh. I totally understand that you would be hesitant to use Snow, but she is standing right here with me and I think she'll do a great job."
Nice. Standing right there. Hearing that I am hesitant.
This is going great.
Since I was in the parking lot with hair that had not even seen a brush, I felt it was in my best interest to proceed with Snow.
Let's remember that I had no electricity when I left my house Sunday morning. So if you are keeping score, that is 2 mornings in a row with no work on the hair.
Snow would have to do.
I showed her the Katie picture. She said, "That is what you have."
Of course. I was just seeing if she knew what she was doing.
By the way, I was totally killing her with kindness because of that earlier hesitation issue.
When she told me she was 6 months pregnant, I told her that I had no idea because she looked so thin.
She treated me with shampoo bowl goodness. I'm not sure, but I think I was grinning ridiculously while being conditioned.
I got a great cut. She rocked. I'm sorry I hesitated.
And I got some news...my hair is not falling out. It is breaking off.
Is that better?
I would have taken a picture, but when one is leaving one's house without electricity--one is prone to forget one's camera.
And tomorrow it will look bad, so I'll post a picture on my next good hair day.
It is my happy place.
Here's another reason why.
I tried on everything in the store. I really wanted that sweater dress. But unless Spanx comes in a version made with kryptonite, it just wouldn't be a good idea.
However, I did get these. But what in the world will I wear with them?
It is The King's happy place.
When pulling onto the interstate during 5 o'clock traffic, The King began to moan and grunt.
He felt that going 80 mph and slowing to 0 mph in 3.5 seconds was completely acceptable driving behavior.
I felt that I might puke.
He took the first opportunity to get onto the HOV lane. And began giggling. Like a 13 year old girl.
He even declared it. "I think I'm grinning" he said. He was.
It is back on as of Monday afternoon. Which means tomorrow will commence THE GREAT REFRIGERATOR CLEANOUT OF 2008.
Which, if I'm honest, should have taken place in 2007. So it is a blessing in disguise.
Except that it is going to cost a lot of money.
Money that I would have preferred to spend at Anthropologie.
Freaky Vampire Books
I finished it Sunday night.
I'm not sure why I liked it, but I couldn't put it down.
I could keep writing for, oh the next 3 hours of driving, but since I think I lost you at HOV lane, I'll go for now.