This is my last weekend before the new school year begins.
I may be wallowing just a tad.
I have been working in my room a lot since my family left on Wednesday. My husband has also been out of town so I was very blue. VERY. I was putting up a bulletin board and I was on the verge of crying. I don’t like to do that. Especially while standing on a desk, on my tiptoes, with a level and a stapler, and no one was nearby to pat me and say, “There, there.” So I said to myself, “Self, get a hold of yourself.” And I did. I did not succumb to tears. Just a jammed stapler and a wayward spider.
I feel much better after a night out with the girls. One of my friends was in the play-opera-musical “Pirates for Penzance.” So we went to support her.
She was adorable. She was one of ten “daughters” and all the pirates kept picking her up because she is as light as a feather and they could. Plus, she’s super cute and I think they were secretly crushing on her.
The play/opera/musical was a little . . . it was . . .
I don’t know. Long? At a high decibel? At times, the singing pierced my ear drums?
Does this mean I don’t like operas?
Anywho, let’s move onto the Currently since I can’t think of a good segue. Don’t you think segue should be spelled seg-way?
Most of that is self-explanatory.
Except for the fact that I need to go buy expensive hairspray.
Let me back up. I’m a product snob. I always say that my hair is my accessory and it’s what I spend most of my money on. Not trinkets, clothing, jewelry, etc.
But this summer, I skimped on hairspray. I was lazy and I didn’t want to take a trip to the beauty supply store. Ignore the fact that it’s practically next door (maybe two doors down) from Target. That’s neither here nor there.
So I just picked up over the counter hairspray. OVER THE COUNTER hairspray. Gasp.
It’s worked okay. Whatever. I mostly use it to spray my fly aways. Which are actually “new hairs growing or some such nonsense”, but I can’t stand them. I first use a serum, and then I spray the fly aways while blow drying on cool so that they will freeze in the down position. It’s a process, obviously. And if a wayward flyaway won’t cooperate, it’s fired. Pluck. Dink. Yank. Which just makes it worse, but I can’t help it.
Well, yesterday I went to get my hair done (One of my B2S must-haves), and I got in trouble.
My hairdresser said she was mad at me. Word for word. “You’re in trouble!” And “I’m mad at you!”
Because, people, I had hairspray build up. And, apparently, if you use EXPENSIVE shampoo (such as a Mercedes type of shampoo), and CHEAP hairspray, the EXPENSIVE shampoo can’t wash out the CHEAP hairspray. It’s like they repel each other or something. I don’t get it, either. Maybe it’s physics. Or chemistry. I didn’t take either of those so I’m in the dark.
Her solution? Buy cheap shampoo to get it out.
But then I’ll strip my color, she said.
It’s a doozy, this one.
I’m quite stressed.
I’m thinking of having dirty hair for awhile because I don’t want to strip the color I just paid an arm and a leg and possibly my torso for.
My other two B2S Must Haves are breath mints (I talk way too much and I just feel it’s important for those around me that I have fresh breath. My fave is Icebreakers Spearmint.) and a pedicure. I wear flip flops and sandals almost every day, and I really like it when one of my first graders sitting on the first row of the carpet notices my polish.
These B2S Must Haves have nothing to do with curriculum or writing utensils or books.
But they are necessary.
Hair, toes, breath . . . pretty important stuff, I think.
If you haven’t linked up with Farley, you should. And we’re applying the Rule of 3 again. Comment on the two peeps before you and check back for the peep after you. Love it.
Have a happy Saturday.
I’ll be running errands (bleck) and working on school stuff. And watching the Olympics. And debating on the hair issue . . .