I've noticed two trends in redheads. Either they go pinky/peach, like my mother's friend Molly, or they go weird dark steel like my Uncle Eric.

My mom is 76 and still has enough red in her hair that when she uses a shade of blonde dye, it ends up quite red.

This is confirmed by my sister Jeannie, who used to be a hairstylist and occasionally helps mom with the "grey problem."

Here she is [link] last month, with her sister Katherine as they stand in my kitchen.

Mom is on the left, being given a ruddyness by the digital flash. I should figure out how to tone that down. I wish I could have gotten her to smile more, but she hates posing for photos.

Kate! I'm great, thanks. The school was closed, yes, but I wasn't supposed to work anyway. Cheap!

Baby sleeping and loving grocery stores that deliver!!

Dan, your mom looks 56. Your aunt Katherine looks 66. Ain't either one of 'em look like they are in their 70s.

Ain't saying that to flatter - I hope I age half as gracefully.

Kate! I'm great, thanks. The school was closed, yes, but I wasn't supposed to work anyway. Cheap!

Aw, I'm sorry you got cheated out of your rightful snow day! (Sorry for the delay, I got caught up in IMing someone on OKCupid.) (Yes, I joined a dating site.)

Hil, it sucks about the pharmacy. The other night I didn't dream that a Buffistas was pregnant but I did dream I went to see Aimee, MM, and Emma. Except Emma was much bigger and had curly blonde hair and nicknamed Frank.

Perks up for a moment. Looks in mirror.

Nope, same receded hairline of dead-straight reddish-blonde hair. It's a pretty color, I'm told. What's left, that is.

Probably MUCH bigger than dream-Emma though.

Squee! I have Monday off and now I get to see Deb and other Buffistas on the teevee and see more than pictures and hear their voices and YAY! Deb, I'm so psyched for you! David Evangelista's good, too. Better than that scary Cojo on NBC. Shudder.

Awaits the best Watch and Post EVER.

Warning: Big-assed meara. Um. Not meara herself. Just, the call-and-response sort of post named after her. Here.

Bwhahah! Well, thanks. I think. :) Though I did have someone tell me after my performance last night that "Standing backstage, I couldn't really see most of your performance, but I did think you had a nice ass!". Which cracked me right up.

once I reached my front door that I did not have my keys. They were still in the car. And the car was still running.

VW, if it makes you feel any better, a friend of mine did this once, when we were going to the movies. Better to do it near home!!

BOOOOO to the IRS auditing Maria!!!

what are the chances we might be able to get together sometime around it if I headed down to DC?

DO IT! DO IT!

Teppy I fell to the Communists yesterday

Hah! I like this phrase. Never heard it before!

I'm starting to think I'd rather get something decorative on the sides of the scar, like the Man Ray cello scrolls.

This is the one thing I've consistently thought about getting, but then I'm not sure I want anything forever.

TEPPY--you found me out. I'm pregnant. No, wait....I'm just skipping the placebo week on my pill. :)

So, last night I did "Don't Tell Mama" from Cabaret, singing (!) at the drag king show. (It was an all live voices show) Madness!

meara! fun! I love that song.

Hee! Lilty will see me, and JZ, and Mart, and Betsy, and also my lawyer friend Hill - she is still cranky at not receiving a recruitment offer from Wolfram and Hart, since she went to both Hastings (Lindsay's school) and UC Santa Cruz (where Eve had demon sex) - and Andrea L, and my writers group friend Melissa, and maybe Noise Design, too.