Woo! Cute cuts to think about!

It may be a week or two--have to decide if it's time to move on from Adventures in Bobland, but the possibility is seeming delightful.

Yeah, I just wish I could bust out a sexyhotglam look like the rest of the Bitches (you VERY much included, Mme. Daisy Jane). However, I effortlessly bust out Sandra Dee. Or Daisy Mae, come to think of it.

You effortlessly bust out Mae West, not Daisy Mae.

Yeah, I just wish I could bust out a sexyhotglam look like the rest of the Bitches (you VERY much included, Mme. Daisy Jane). However, I effortlessly bust out Sandra Dee. Or Daisy Mae, come to think of it.

Aww. Thank you. You know though, Sandra Dee and Daisy Mae can be sexyhotglam. And, honestly, if you met me in person, it's more cousin Rita Mae in a fancy dress and makeup. Pictures are one thing. It's a whole nother thing when I've had quite a few scotches and am standing on a chair in my Diane von Faustenberg and a borrowed Stetson hollering out a dirty punch line after a drag off the Marlboro.

And lest we ever forget - Spy Girl! (GC - I'm looking at you!)

You've linked to that cut before and I do love it. So cool!

You effortlessly bust out Mae West, not Daisy Mae.

You know though, Sandra Dee and Daisy Mae can be sexyhotglam.

You're both sweet as hell, but you both LIE.

I got so many comments this weekend about how dark my hair is. I've stopped highlighting it, so it is its natural color. It just doesn't seem worth coloring it when it is so short.

Suzi, how dark is it? (Shameless hint for peektures, of course.)

I like this cut, I think: [link]

Though the back of my hair's still too short for that.

Argh.

I love my dad dearly, but when my mom's in the hospital he doesn't know what to do with himself. So tonight he's forwarding jobs he thinks would be good for Stephen, down where my folks live.

Which is generous of him (and completely in character -- my dad would fix everything for everybody, if he could) but the plan is to move down there when the boys' school year is over, and for Stephen to go back to school and for me to work, and write at night. Working some full-time career-type job isn't going to be possible if he's doing school full-time, which we want so he can do it in two years.

And my dad knows this. Or has, at least, been told this. Which he's either ignoring or has forgotten.

He's also forwarding all the job alerts to me, even though Stephen has his own email address. Which HE'S USED TO SEND MY DAD STUFF BEFORE.

I fear what the man will be like when he's forced to retire.

It may be a week or two--have to decide if it's time to move on from Adventures in Bobland, but the possibility is seeming delightful.

I know I'm delighted!

Tep, I've got berjillions of pictures of you all dressed up with red wet lips looking totally sexaglamourpuss.

You're both sweet as hell, but you both LIE.

I have seen pictures of you in a cherry dress that beg to differ.

Also I have these [link] (scroll down to just after bitching about technical difficulties). I don't agree with him on the quality of chocolate (it's milk with white on the inside). My toys are different too. So far I have this [link] which cute, unillumitating cartoon aside, is a tiny, clear plastic horned elephacowpig thingie with a die just smaller than an advil in it. I have no idea how you're supposed to play with it.

I also have these [link] which are a little clearer. Though the cartoon doesn't show the little apparatus part that makes them spin. I just figured out how to make them work since I have the apparatus and not the stump/gladiator arena in the cartoon.

Of course all the instructions are in German.

I finally made a hair appointment the other day. I couldn't get in with the hairdresser I want until April 6th. I have no idea what I am doing with my hair, but at least these wirey grays will be gone.