This weekend we visited the hairdresser and were shorn. I’m so freaking happy that I have practically no hair on my head. It probably would make sense to space trips to the hairdresser a little closer together so that the heinous stack of hair would be kept at bay but that takes a lot of effort. I don’t like calling the salon because the nitwit who sometimes answers the phone has screwed up appointments before. For some reason, the better-half can call, is remembered because of his voice and the appointments go off without a hitch. I don’t call there anymore.
While sitting in the chair, I found out that the woman who cuts our hair did a BEEHIVE on Friday. I asked her if that was her secret specialty and she said it was the first one she had ever done. She’s cut hair for 30+ years. She was pretty excited about it because she likes to do wild things with hair. If you walked into the salon you’d realize that she doesn’t get to do wild things with hair often since most of her clients have personal nurses who shuffle them into the place. I’m not kidding. There was a woman in her mid to late 20s in the chair when we got there and I almost fell over in shock. I thought we were her youngest customers.
Yesterday the weather was brilliant. We turned off the heat, opened the doors and sat outside while smoking a chicken (in the smoker, not rolled up into a joint). The first! smoking session at the new house. Yeeehaw. While out there we discussed turning the deck into a screened porch, tried to figure out why people are the way they are and wondered if the cat is brain damaged since he decided to lay on the couch instead of sitting on the deck in the sunshine.
While many a person was tuned into the game for the kick-off, we changed one of the bathroom sink faucets (we have double sinks in the master bath). Right now the one I usually use is all shiny and new and the one the better-half uses looks like crap. His will get swapped out soon.
In reference to the title: the 700th entry.