Have I mentioned Thursdays beat me down, because they do. Ugh.

"'This must be Thursday,' said Arthur to himself, sinking low over his beer. 'I never could get the hang of Thursdays.'"

Update on Big!Boss: we just heard from his daughter. The surgery went smoothly -- his arm was removed about 2 inches above the elbow. The doctors said after examining the arm that all the muscle and nerves were gone. (I assume that's b/c the flesh-eating bacteria destroyed them.) He's so doped up still that he's kind of out of it 24/7, and so he has not been told about his arm yet.

I can't actually process this.

I'm going to the gym.

Since you're around... any thoughts?

It helps to speak in stylist language since they have to translate all kinds of babbling into actual haircuts. Don't wave your hands around your head and say, "I don't know..." vaguely.

Give them a framework to start with. Specifically how short you're willing to go and what is too short. What you know doesn't work for you (short bangs, razored layers). Tell them about your hair: it's thick, it's wavy but it loses the wave when it is too long (or too short). Tell them how much time you're willing to spend styling it. Tell them what you need for work (aka, how much funky is allowed).

Helps to bring in a picture of when you really liked your hair (maybe your wedding pics). Tell them what you liked about that cut, but what you'd like to change. Let them know if you're feeling conservative or adventurous.

Except at the very high end of freestyle haircutting, most cuts are going to fall within a fairly narrow range of choices. I expect you'll want a length below your jaw, but above your shoulders. After that it's layered or blunt, bangs or not. If layered - probably long layers with face framing. Or shorter, more shag style layers (as in the cut Aimee linked). OR something completely different. But I don't sense that you're that restless yet.

he has not been told about his arm yet.

Yikes. That might come as a shock when he wakes up. (eta: if he notices before they tell him, it'll be more of a shock.)

When I woke up from knee surgury I was shocked (and a little freaked out) to find two tubes embedded in my knee.

but Julia sobbed, and begged me not to.

It is the rare 6 y.o. that can be relied upon as a style consultant and I'm not quite convinced Miss Choppy McBangs has earned that trust yet.

I'm so getting that second cut as soon as my hair grows out.

Awww, man. I totally love your current cut.

Why oh why must I be such a klutz with the eating? I got Mongolian BBQ for lunch, and a portion of it was consumed by my shirt.

I don't think the shirt thought it was nearly as yummy as I did.

::slinks off to the bathroom to repair the damage::

Poor BigBoss. What a thing to wake up to.

ION, I hate being female, today. It's full-bore, "You looked at me, prepare to die," hormonal psychosis. My slavishly adoring cat even is hiding from me. Thank god I don't have to talk to people at work.

Upsetting. I'm sorry my state bit your boss, Tep. Lisah, Woo! We did it.(I should probably be ashamed that I made more calls for that than crises of my extended family, but, whatever. Jimmy has been there for me on Sunday nights for months. Them, NSM.) But I'm a fiend. Want it now! Bright day for The City Of the Brokenhearted. And for the CEO, to not get my frickin' letters. Cindy, maybe, but not because you'd kill yourself on the boat. Hec, I've been slacking in re product usage. Must remedy this.

Oh, Tep! Gah. The gym sounds like a good option. I'm now sending you a highly specific -ma that vibes you a good hard workout, the kind that leaves you a little achy and endorphin-buzzed and with your brain mercifully quiet and not trying to process the unprocessable.

Bright day for The City Of the Brokenhearted

And our City could sure use the money the production brings in.