"WE CALL IT LITTLE KENYA! HAPPY KWANZAA!"

I think my eyes bugged out for a second, and then I cheerfully yelled back at full volume, "Oh yes, Northside is very diverse and there are a lot of black families here!" followed by a great big fake fuck-you-you-fucking-racist smile, and then I went inside before I had to endure any more questions.

The bigger the hair, the closer to God.

"Velvet curtains in front, Iron Throne in the back!"

I was thinking of getting my hair cut short again, but now I'm afraid.

Oh, oh, oh....we need to pool our money for this castle!

Well, I can chip in for about ten square feet.

I think tonight, I get my pancakes.

I also have a haircut tomorrow. I'm slightly tempted to do something different with it, but I have no idea what, so.

Oh, crap, I forgot I need to drive to Sacramento after work. I seem to be kind of flailing through today for some reason.

And woohoo, someone called our realtor and asked for a showing of the house.

Thanks for the reminder - I just made a haircut appointment for next week! And it's on Friday which I like because they give you a discount on the color on Friday.

My day has been a weird cluster, but I think I've done what I can.

Also interesting: I don't feel like I'm making the best impression on my new boss, but he also keeps cancelling or pushing off our regular update meetings, so maybe he's not concerned? I can't tell.

Timelies all!

Looks like this weekend will be pretty quiet here. GOOD.

In re the "dropped voice" ... back when I was a teenager (when dinosaurs roamed ghe earth), my then boyfriend (my first!) and I went out to dinner with my parents and some friends of theirs. They lived in New Canaan, Connecticut, and were, to put it politely, less than enlightened. At one point my boyfriend mentioned someone and said he was "a real hunk" ... which led to the woman tugging on my arm and stage-whispering "A hunk! Does he mean he's a HUNKIE?". I was able to say that, no, in our arcane teenage language it just meant he was good looking.