here today, gone tomorrow, back the next day
July 23, 2007
So, um did you see that post I had up yesterday afternoon? And then it vanished?
I know some of you did. I got emails. “What happened?”
What happened is that I am a loser with a capital L. I save all my posts for other writing ventures here on this blog in my drafts folder.
(Husband: Why don’t you write them on your word program and just copy/paste them?
Me: Uhhhh. Because
Husband: Because why?
Me: Oh, shut up.)
Yesterday, somehow, I hit publish instead of save. And I just went on and about my merry way.
Once I discovered the error I took the post down.
But never fear if you have no idea what I am talking about. You can go over and read the post now over there.
And I promise I am done talking about baseball. Seriously. I have more important things to dwell on now. Like my hair.
My hairdresser just got back from maternity leave last week. I had a long standing appointment for last Tuesday. Then I found out the my refrigerator and freezer were scheduled to be delivered that day and I was forced to cancel my appointment. It is today at 10:00.
I have been having these recurring moments of panic that she is going to have to cancel my appointment and I will have to leave for Chicago with hair long overdue for a cut and color. Or else venture over to my local Supercuts, or whatever that hair place is where you don’t need and appointment and they let the fry girl from the fast food place next door cut your hair for shits and giggles.
I am also sporting the Herman Monster eyebrows. After the unfortunate do-it-yourself waxing incident a many months ago in which I pulled off half of one eyebrow and left a bald patch through the center of the other one, I have been following my hairdressers instructions to leave them alone. “For the love of all things holy do not touch any of those eyebrows. Let them all grow in.”
Do you know how long it takes eyebrows to grow in? Not the ones underneath the brow. Those seem to sprout out right after you pluck them. But the ones that are never meant to be plucked out… they take forever.
I am hoping today that I can return to the world of normal eyebrows. And never be referred to in hushed tones as “the girl with the…uh..eyebrows”
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