Life in the fast lane...

I've managed to get four of the things done on my "stress" list, but not one on my "wish I could" list. I've done #1, gotten a hair cut, #2, taken Sweety to Target to get new movies,#3, finished setting up the bookcases with his thousands of movies (I am not exagerating!!) and of course, #4, take care of puppy.

The first thing I did yesterday was go get a haircut. Now don't get me wrong. I love my hairdresser. I've been going to her for years as she knows how to cut curly hair and keep the curls in. I'm not good with hairstyling, so I need a "fluff and go" do. Tell me why it is that when you tell a hairdresser "don't cut too much, just cut a LITTLE" they think they hear "I'm going to Marine boot camp and I need to fit in!" My hair is fine and I look like I was scalped. It's happened before. All I can do is go out, hold my hairless little head up high and not make eye contact with anyone, all the while pretending that I look like this because I want to! I always tell Sweety that I look Goofy. "No you don't, you look beautiful!" This coming from a 61 year old with failing eyesite. Ain't love grand!

So, at least for the week, Tyra Banks will not be seeing my application for America's Next Top Model". I know she was looking for it.