Good things are getting done, and I'm still contemplating cutting off my hair. I have to think about it - my hair is quite healthy and thick and of the type that menfolks like. Yet, it annoys me. It's like high heels at the other end of the body. I am not sure what to do just yet, so I may wait until after Venus goes direct again.
I'm doing Miss D duty tomorrow. Her daddy's schedule has been messed with, and I'm the most practical alternative, and right now I have nothing going on I can't do on Saturday or Sunday. Real estate is a 7 day job.
I will bring my laptop and work stuff, but will figure I might get 20 minutes of stuff done. Miss D is mobile, and can sit up, and is now working on talking with her same passionate determination. She's now mimicking facial expressions and sounds, and babbling non-stop. And also not napping. When you are taking over the world there is no time for naps! Tomorrow will start at 7 and end at 4, and I will stagger home and do a faceplant on my bed. I do not have a weekend off. Such is the life of the self-employed - but at least so far, it beats the alternative.
How do you look in an artfully careless french twist?
ReplyDeleteEh, it's not me, never was. I have no talent for the artfully careless french twist, and now I have the added "special extra part" on the left - when I pull my hair back the brain thang scar is more visible. I am not self-conscious about it and I talk about my brain thang often, because I've found I'm a totally accidental role model for survivors. I'm just practical - I don't want it to be the first thing somebody meeting me notices.
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