Word of Wisdom:

Think twice before you cut your own hair, especially if you are feeling rebellious, and particularly if the words "reinventing myself" are rolling around in your brain.

I didn't go so far as to cut all the way around my head, but the bangs are definitely Short Bus style.

Nothing a black t-shirt and lots of eyeliner can't solve, I suppose.

From: Ma
To: Daughter
Subject: No subject. WHAAAAAT????!!!

Even on a good day, my George Jetson (thank you, dear and well-meaning, husband for yet another bit of technology WAAAAYY too advanced for this pathetic pea-brain) Stove of the Future Model 4000 is one. Hot. Mo'. Fo'. And hard to handle (read: can't walk away for a second = yes, I've burned/burnt? a few things). Factor in a fever, dizziness, the aggravation of calling off work for the second day, a certain little dog (who shall remain anonymous) nipping at my heels, trying to get 100% of my attention 100% of the time and, AND the (very entertaining) In Style makeover link (sent to me by a certain Pea), and what we have is a bona fide recipe for disaster, causing whatever it was I WAS cooking to be completely forgotten. . . Well, suffice it to say, I'm lucky I only burned up one pan of ground meat and not the entire kitchen. . . scarier than the possibility of dying in the near-miss fireball is that I look really, REALLY good in Kate Hudson's hair.

Today I am wearing puke colored shoes that match my puke colored sweater, the color not of my heart, but close to it.  I slept deeply last night in spite of unsettling dreams about robots, dinosaurs, and a horrifying upheaval of the world as I know it.  The robots themselves aren’t the unsettling part, but the part where they discover I’m the only human left and try to destroy me –-

I still feel a little unnerved. 

In the dream, my friends and coworkers, the ones I’m with today, are all robots that look unmistakably like humans.  I feel more than a little compelled to give them a once-over, maybe examine them a bit, to see if I perhaps find clues to their true origin.

     Yeah, MG – I hope you don’t mind. I’m just going to lift up your hair and have a nice long look at the back of your head where the hair meets the scalp.  Maybe a lengthy gaze into your eyes, deep into your pupils.  Feeling okay today?  Any, uh, malfuctions, per se?  Oh, no reason. 

Sweet KT ...

No strange findings to report thus far.  Except dried chocolate on the crotch of my pants.