It's can be a sign of piety to look a little scruffy on the Sabbath. When DH was going to the Orthodox synagogue fairly frequently, he would sometimes apologize for being whiskery, and the rabbi would always tell him that it was better that he didn't break the sabbath by shaving. Of course, he'd drive to service because we didn't live nearby, but he'd park around the corner to preserve appearances.

I imagine if it's a part of your weekly routine you can manage to look more presentable.

I think in our fifties you and I should merge in some super hero fashion into a Big Momma entity. We'll bake pies, share wigs, and fight crime.

Back from lunch and loving this idea. And I could totally be a Big Momma. Big Momma is an attitude, not a physical state.

How I have missed the Buffistae and all the TommsbelleTrudyShriftitaBetsyTheoHeatherDebetTommy-t goodness.

Also, it would be great to have a legitimate reason for not combing my hair on the weekends instead of my current reason, rampant laziness.

Argh. I stayed out late for the Firefly preview and then spent the morning being bored in high school math classes... I've got another two and a half hours of work to go, and I just want to fall asleep.

Does everybody look scruffy Saturday morning?

Everyone walking to the synagogue in my neighborhood looks spiffy. But it could be that I'm distracted by the pretty hats.

Aha, pretty hats cover uncombed hair. It all makes so much sense.

I think the mandatory head-covering helps to hide the mandatory-no-hair-brushing.

[heh, x-post]

(of course, for some of us, the look is more bedhead + ball cap)

I can't get a single fucking human being at the apartment office. I've left 2 voicemails requesting nothing more than a return call with the maintenance number, which is what I was told to do.

Oh, and I've been hung up on once (no talking, just room noise and hangup.)

Fuckers.

They're all smoking crack and do not wish to be disturbed.