You know, when you open a can of anything (not just tuna), your cat will come running, even if it's 2 counties away, up a tree?

Oh, the indignity. Compared to a cat.

Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.

Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.

Every girl is pretty when she gets her hair cut.

Only in your unfailing ability to appear as soon as a pretty girl gets her hair cut.

Every girl is pretty when she gets her hair cut.

Ergo....

I DID include the info about the haircut mainly for Hec. MY hair was midback, so it's still not short -- it's about shoulderblade length in the very back, but choppy layers cut into the sides and front. It's aboutcing length in the front, and I got a fabulous color job, and it was bright damn red -- still bright, but a little faded.

In fact, the steamy ONS was the night of my cut/n/color.

Speaking of cuts, mine needs one super-bad. What was once cute pre-graduation has become a tangled, messy pile of fugly combated only with ponytail holders and headbands. But I fear finding a hair dresser here. I had a very special relationship with mine that lasted 6 years. I sometimes wish I hadn't left the states just so I could go home and get my haircut.

Okay, that last sentence was a lie. But it's still very wary business, trying to find someone who knows what to do with hair such as mine. It doesn't help that almost everyone here has freakishly straight hair, so I can't even stop people randomly and ask where they got their hair cut.

Y'know, Erin, even those of us who aren't cats Hec would appreciate pictures of the new haircut, just on the general principle that Erin pictures are never a bad thing.

In other hair news, Hec's new haircut looks quite adorable, Matilda is persisting in not losing any of the hair she was born with (her gigantically old-man receding hairline is even starting, just a bit, to progress, and she still has a fine coat of downy lanugo on the backs of her shoulders, which really just makes them even more pettable), and my own hair is an increasingly unruly mop. Bangs all the way down to the tip of my nose! I don't even look like I belong to Zmayhem!

My current theory is that Hec is deviously plotting to get me desperate enough to fall to my knees before him begging for either a Natalie Portmanesque pixie cut or a full head-shaving. Though it's equally likely (but so much more boring) that we are both just too fried and Matilda is too frequently wakeful and feeding/changing-needy to set aside the large chunk of time necessary for a proper haircut.

All sorts of health-ma in abundance to everyone in Suzi's household, two- and four-legged.

We've been cleaning out our storage shed, so for the first time in a year I've been able to see my library displayed on shelves, as God intended. I find myself in the garage staring at the bookshelves and whispering "Books!" to myself.

Ahhh, what a sweet and glorious pleasure. Whenever I get panicky about the prospect of moving in a year or so, I soothe myself with the reminder that one of the requirements for the new place will be "adequate space for all the books" and the golden shining promise of rescuing all my boxes of books from their current prisons (dad's basement, mom's garage).

Thanks JZ. Was feeling kinda invisible.

Poor puppy leg! I hope he gets better Suze.

And I hope the results from the biopsy are all good! What was the biopsy for? Just to check things are ok with the kidney?

I am so not awake today, because I really thought I said ~ma to Suzi's mom and to Suzi's dog. Tons of ~ma to all of you. Time for another cuppa.

Aimee - yeah, the biopsy is a regular follow-up test post-transplant. But it will tell them if it is functioning better. She is still doing dialysis and is still having a tough time getting her strength back.

When I called her this morning to check on the dog, she had to get off the phone cause she had to puke. I'm the only one in the family who is not a sympathy puker. Lucky me.

It is just one of those days where I need to find a cave and hide. I'm not fit for human interaction.