JZ's bleach work: [link]

Argh. How freaking hard is it to get an effin' IUD???

Sigh. When I made the appointment after my 6 week appointment, they couldn't fit me in until this week. Which was, you know, another 7 weeks. Fine. I dealt. Doc was sick this week, and had to reschedule for today. Fine. I dealt.

Today, another doc was sick, all was short staffed, things were crazy, and I spent an hour waiting around feeling cranky because it seems there had been a mix up. A month and a half ago.

Turns out, they misentered it as an IUD discussion/consult. Not insert. Which means no one ordered the Mirena. Which means another freaking week on the freaking mini-pill. ARGH.

Hulk comforts self with chocolate.

I had neighbor had a miniature Doberman that seemed less yappy than many small dogs. He barked a lot, but that was because he barked at strangers and we had a lot of people walking through our neighborhood. He didn't fully realize he was miniature.

I like my haircut, even if it took awhile to get there. Now I just need the electricians to finish fixing my kitchen and LEAVE so I can dye it.

What's the haircut look like? Thing1 Picture 1 or Thing2Picture2?

Hulk comforts self with chocolate.

How was the chocolate I sent? Was it dark enough?

Heh. I love every single expression that Lily ever has.

Dark and comforting, yes!

Dark and comforting, yes!

I think that 84% one had a sign that said, "This is the equivalent of grinding up cacao beans into a fine powder and snorting it."

Oh, and sadly, Lily's funniest expressions will never be captured on film, on account of them involving that whole Hunt for the Wild Boobie thing. She growls. I made her so she growls.

I'm so proud.

Also, that whole loss of neck control when confronted by a bosom appears to be genetic.

Okay, here's my haircut befores and afters (sorry Hec, only went to shoulder-length). Of course, on looking through the afters, it seems as though the only ones in which I actually look attractive must be the ones that my friend took on her camera. Must look into that...

Anyway, here ya go.

eta: Bleech, sounds like a PITA, Plei. I'm glad you have the fruit of the cacao to comfort you.

Also, that whole loss of neck control when confronted by a bosom appears to be genetic.

That was the weirdest part of keeping her entertained while you were attacking the garden. There she was, happy in the babycarrier as we wandered around the house, and then suddenly she faceplanted into my chest. And then looked at me with a very indignant expression of "These are not the correct bosoms. They are not doing what I expect. I am not pleased."

(Plei, I have one container of chocolate fondue bath foam for you.)

Your old hair was pretty, but overwhelmed you. Your new hair looks great, but it's YOU that stands out, not the hair. The cut is excellent.