I don't think I mentioned that I received an unsavory haircut a few months ago. As usual, I went into the salon and asked them to give me JUST A TRIM as I'm trying to grow it out and don't like the layers around my face. So what does she go and do? Trim up the layers around my face to almost my ear lobe. UGH. Thank you, Lady- for once again giving me the look that every client HATES yet every hair dresser is dying to cut: the Carol Brady.
So in the meantime, I've been trying to do everything I can to hide the short layers while they grow on my flammable hay head. And because I get a little bit lazier with my hair with each passing year, this usually means taking a curling iron and waving them around enough so they fade away into the night. At least that's what I try to do anyway.
People are always trying to raise money for diseases and trees...not to get all 'Miss Congeniality' on you but I'd like to see some legislation which maps out harsher punishments for hair stylists who violate your requests. I would even DOUBLE my typical political donation. So that's right whoever gets that bill going... 10 big ones.
Anyway, I thought about my hair a lot this weekend as I actually went out Friday and Saturday last weekend. Which is rare for me in my old age. But, the Boy was out of town at a Bachelor party and I had friends with fun plans so I decided I was game and that the fresh air would do me and Carol Brady some good.
|^Waiting for my ride and watching some 'Modern Family'.|
|^Left: Friday night at a hip hop venue. Right: Saturday morning and off to the pool. I slept in my makeup on accident so it was no makeup and sunglasses alllllll day Sat.|
So anyways- that was last weekend. Besides of course holing up with my Mom and Sister on Sunday over Mimosas, Quiche and Cupcakes (bloody 'ell we are a huge cliche) and enjoying our time together for the Mommy Holiday. It was great to see them. But of course my lovely older Sister made sure to remind me that I'm a middle child and therefore, I suck.
"Caitlin, I'm sorry- but I'm cleaning the tops of your cupboards, I just have to. It's so gross"
"Caitlin, why does that area by the couch smell of baloney?"
"Caitlin, everyone knows you suck at wrapping gifts! Don't get so defensive, just own it! It's sooo you."
For the record, we do not eat baloney at my house. And for the record, my gift wrapping is the ugliest thing in the world, so I'll give her a pass on that one.
Happy Tuesday guys- just remember: Don't play ball in the house.