But just for a couple of hours. Our Saturday Manager is gone, and I'm covering for her until our regular volunteer gets here to run the register. Then Nancy is going to be on call. Which means, I'll be second on call if they can't get ahold of her.
Yesterday after work I ran to Inklings to grab book nine of the Wheels of Time series. I AM going to finish. As long as I was on that side of the world, I dropped in at Kris and Sean's to say hi, and ended up staying for pizza. Canadian Bacon and Olive - but I took off the mushrooms. Then I came home, read the 86 page prologue, and took a nap until 10:30. At which point Denise came in and we had an unplanned chick flick marathon. Under The Tuscan Sun came in at the store, so we watched it (bad news for me, now I have itchy feet again. I get that about the new Sabrina, too). Then Must Love Dogs. Another Diane Lane movie. Not as good as Tuscan Sun, but it wasn't a totally wasted two hours either. And Denise had also never seen Love, Actually. Which is my favorite Romantic Comedy. So at about 4:30 am, a bowl of popcorn, several glasses of iced tea, some Ben and Jerry's Half Baked, and Macaroni and Cheese (we got hungry for real food) later, we turned in for the night, and I decided to cut my hair. At 5am.
It's actually really cute. Since being poverty stricken, I've gotten fairly resourceful about the health and beauty stuff I took for granted when I made all the money in the world in California. I spent $180 to get my hair colored, highlighted and dyed more than once. Also pedicures were my favorite vice. Now I can cut my own hair. I kept most of the length on the bottom layer -- since I'm still trying to get the 10" I need for Locks of Love. But I did another row of layers an inch an a half shorter than the rest, and then cut some shorter strands to frame my face. The shortest ones are chin length. And I'm pretty proud of how well it turned out, if I do say so myself. The layers around my face need some futzing, but they'll get there.
And now I'm at work. For 20 more minutes, God willing, assuming Connie shows up on time. And then I can go back to bed. Because I'm standing here in my pajamas and slippers. Luckily for me, the fashion dieties have declared velour sweatsuits as appropriate daily wear. And my hair is still fixed.
