JZ I hope you feel better soon!

Ugh, JZ, it sounds like you might have the same thing my neighbors did last month (all three - Mom, Dad, and kid). I'm not sure what the eventual diagnosis was but it took a crapload of antibiotics to finally kill it off.

Wow, this morning was just one giant clusterfuck after another. Nibbled to death by ducks trying to get to the Y to swim with the kids, by the time we finally got there it turned out they'd changed the family swim hours and we were too late. Now I'm home so A can nap and I realize I forgot to drop off the paycheck for the woman who drives D to his after-school program. (DH and D stayed at the Y to wait for the afternoon family swim session to start.) I WIN AT LIFE OH YES.

On the plus side, I consoled myself about not swimming by going to TJ's on the way home and buying a baguette and triple-creme brie which I plan to eat tonight with red wine while watching Les Miz again. That should cheer me up.

I just made a hair appointment for two weeks from now at a new salon, and earlier I put dishes in the dishwasher.

That makes today not a total waste, right, even if I go back to bed for the afternoon?

I just had 20 inches of hair cut off. It's short, doesn't reach my shoulders. I'm not crying or hysterical or anything, but I have this weird ennui/shock combo happening. The hairdresser handed me my hair. It's like the rings of a tree, sort of. Oh, there's Sam the Bat, 15 inches back. Oh hey, there's my new car. That awful crush on a married coworker that took six months to pass.

There's so much baggage tied up in hair.

So, we stopped at CVS on the way home from breakfast and, as we were walking in, a woman zipped into the handicapped space directly in front of the door and leapt out of her car in fancy high-heel boots. We looked at her car for handicapped plates or tags and there were none. Once in the store, Jason said. "I am going to say something." We found her in the store and he told her she should not park in a handicapped spot. Her response in a thick Russian accent was "If you are not the ticket man, is none of your business." I said it was our business because we were human beings. At this point Jason got biblical, drew himself to his full 6'2" height, pointed and thundered. "YOU are a bad person."

We grabbed what we came for and she was up front checking out. As she left, Jason said "Shame, shame, shame!" He said he felt very Victorian. The check-out clerks were all very impressed.

Scrappy,

have you ever seen the show "What would you do?" I saw fucking HOURS of it because apparently it is one of my mother's favorite shows. It has the guy from Nightline (?) on it.

You and your husband would be fucking stars on that show.

Scrappy, I heart you and your DH right now.

Maybe it'll give her a moment of thought.

Allyson, 20 inches of hair, wow, that's a radical change! What prompted you to decide to do that? Do you like it?

I just cut my hair shorter than it's been since I was a kid, but I didn't take off nearly that much.

VERY nice, Scrappy.