Looking good

Today I got a GREAT and very necessary haircut from my lovely sister-in-law Amanda. Thank you, Amanda! She always does a very good job, and does more to style my hair in five minutes than I have figured out in a lifetime. Amanda, want to come over with your curling iron and straightening iron and product every morning to get me ready for life? Thanks.

I also realized recently that when I mentioned in one of those surveys I can never resist doing that I hate my hair, I should have been more clear: I hate my hair COLOR, which is because it is two colors (plain old roots versus way blond ends), which is because I am being very stubborn and have chosen to slowly and painstakingly grow out all of my highlights, instead of allowing Amanda to dye my whole head to match my natural light brown/dark blond, as she has repeatedly offered to do. I have vowed to see my natural color again, on every inch of every strand of hair, and it seems like it may take the rest of my life for that to happen.

But, at least I have a super cute haircut while I wait. I took a series of really embarrassing self portraits featuring said haircut tonight, thinking that I would post one on this blog, but I had some flash issues and some lighting issues and some weird-face-making issues. So just trust me: I look GOOD.

satisfactorily uncomfortable

So here's a little life tragedy. A while ago I posted about someone who called here on the phone and asked "Is mama home?" when I answered, which I could only assume meant she thought I had a dainty and childlike voice. I mentioned that I was glad this didn't happen in person.

Well...it happened. There was this financial planner guy passing out information door to door and when I answered ours he said, "Hi! Is your mom or dad home?" I was so embarrassed! I know I look young but jeez. And the thing is, he really was not satisfactorily uncomfortable when I replied, "Actually, I'm the homeowner." He proceeded--far too easily and unabashedly--to make all sorts of small talk that I did not want any part in while my friend Kathleen hid around the corner laughing. Boo. Boo!