The 16th it is--I'm marking it now!
Since the surgery, my hair's gotten really curly. It's always been wavy, but it hasn't been curly like this since I was a toddler. I'm trying to grow it out so I can get it cut in a flapper bob, which is my favorite short-curly cut. I'm thinking about splurging and calling Mario Tricocci, asking for a decent stylist who is familiar with curly hair and can give me what I want and make it look good. It's still got a month or so to grow out enough because the growth rate was also impacted by the surgery--it used to grow an inch a month, but now it's more like an inch every 6-8 weeks.
Let me see if I have the right outraged FB person. "It is WRONGITY WRONG to elevate a dead guy to godhood, except if he is a musician I slept with a zillion years ago."
I can't believe I didn't.
MOAR TEA.
The arch nemesis of the Super-Ego!
Emmett's been teasing Matilda all year that "When you turn five you get a Super-Ego for your birthday."
As she just had her fifth birthday, they've been discussing the particulars of the super-ego a lot lately.
We had a substitute teacher this morning, and all the kids looked mildly anxious, except for the one who absolutely freaked the fuck out and clung to his mom like she was sending him down the storm drain to Pennywise the Clown.
except for the one who absolutely freaked the fuck out and clung to his mom like she was sending him down the storm drain to Pennywise the Clown.
What if he was the only one who had it right?
