What not to do

Let’s just say that my Saturday was not a wild night out on the town like all married people think we single folks have. I cleaned house; I went to a baby shower, stopped by my friend Buddy’s for the tour, went home, went to Wal-Mart to get stuff for the Pampered Chef party, came back home, did laundry, and then the “fun” started. When I was at Wal-Mart buying supposed groceries, I got magnetically pulled into the cosmetics section. Which meant leaving with new eye shadow (my secret love!) and nail polish. And the names of the polish sold me on them. So when I got some time on Saturday night, I painted my fingernails one of the new colors, “Promiscuous,” and my toes are sporting “Speed Dating.” Then, bored out of my mind and mindlessly watching the remake of the worst horror movie ever made, “The Amityville Horror,” (seriously James Brolin’s acting in the original is so campy it’s HILARIOUS!) I decide that I am indeed capable of cutting/trimming my own side bangs.

I am not.

I know, they don’t look terrible, but now I’ve got to grow them out sufficiently before I go see Miss Andrea the hair guru. I can’t tell her that I cut my own hair. She’ll kill me! 🙂

In other news, I’ve decided that sometime in the near future, I need to go on a road trip. To New Orleans. Rachel, you need to go with me. I’ve already told Mindy about the idea; I’m not so sure she was that keen on it. She gave me the Mindy look. But I haven’t been there since my brother graduated from seminary, which means a few months before Katrina. Come on, it’ll be fun!