Oh! Hec! I'm in a Change My Hair mood
OH! Hec! I meant to mention that having waited too long since my last cut...months and months and months...I had fun with an exacto knife the other night. It really was amusing and the outcome was not nearly as bad as one might imagine. In the end, however, I just couldn't manage the back so I went to a new hair person for a fix-up.
I took the photo of the cut you recommended last time, and bless her, the cutter hipped me to the horror that is my cow-lick farm of a head. She did, however, do a quite good job of adapting that design to my issues.
So now, I have a nice new cut and am using the short hair goop Toddson gave me.
The only downside is that when I went to henna my hair yesterday, I dropped the bowl on my beige office carpet. Blergh. After Natures Miracle and Shot Spot, the area is still plenty green. Not sure what other spot remover might work.
This is not a binary choice. It is for perfectionists, but that leads to Stress Or Failure situations.
Just as there is Good Enough parenting, there is also Good Enough vw bug. (I almost said "Good Enough Buggery" - but really that's not a place where you want to lower your standards.)
You're right. It's not, but it is something I have to consider. It's a dialectic, I guess.
And I do cling to the Good Enough theory. Quite a bit actually. My therapist and family are quite familiar with it. I think this time around I got stuck in how this is just a reoccurring pattern rather than being able to see it as just this situation.
Ok. I'm off to get pricked. Thanks, guys.
Teppy has reached Scrappy-levels of wise.
Unpossible!
Fix my life, please?
(1) There is no spoon.
(2) Get you some live-action Tick and watch it, STAT!
DH just sent me the following chat:
PITCHERS.
CATCHERS.
TODAY.
Oh my jesus, can you imagine the smell?
I think I may be spoiled by buying cat food with high quality ingredients. Some of this stuff actually smells like food. But since Sass gets kibble now, maybe the easiest thing to do is it to use bits of kibble for training treats. No muss, no fuss, no bother.
(((vw)))
How wee is Liv? She just crawled completely into the cat's carrier. Owen shut the door on her and tried to carry her down the hall.
15 minute countdown to getting ready to leave for preschool.
PITCHERS.
CATCHERS.
TODAY.
Might I add --
FUCK YEAH!!!!!!
Speaking of pitchers...Roger Clemens is fucking himself RIGHT NOW on tv. Only they just took a break. Getting snippy with Henry Waxman will NOT help him. At all.
