So Penny was trying to get up in the window by the computer and going crazy, I thought it was over leaves and opened it - the female tabby cat from next door was up on the gas meters.
I thought Penny was going to lunge through the screen. Luckily the cat jumped down. But Penny is on HIGH ALERT!
For those who love hats - the Sunday Washington Post arts section had a long story, lavishly illustrated, about the milliner for Arena Stage. Photos of hats for Anna Christie, The Women, The Importance of Being Ernest, and a costume sketch for My Fair Lady. I've started wearing hats - to keep my hair color from fading - so I now pay attention to such things.
Our electricity is back! At least for now.
In absolutely shallow mememe news, I am having a chocolate emergency. But I have no chocolate! Maybe I'll make hot chocolate. Narf. Effing PMS.
I wear hats more than I used to, to hide the fact that I haven't dyed my hair in way too long. Because I don't like dying my hair.
Because I don't like dying my hair.
Maybe it's time to let the gray run free.
I'm getting blonde streaks as I get older. I was hoping for silver.
I am totally greying like Rogue. It's all in one big chunk. Well, two chunks, just above my temples. I love it. I hope it keeps greying like that.
I am totally greying like Rogue. It's all in one big chunk. Well, two chunks, just above my temples.
I am SO ENVIOUS. I wish my grey/white hair would come in all in one area, instead of scattered all through my bangs and crown.