It’s supposed to be mostly sunny and 83 degrees tomorrow, so I’m thinking Calvin and I need to take the bikes (that’s bicycles, though I’m sure he’ll vote for the motorcycle) somewhere. Thus far we’ve gone to Tempe Town Lake, and Papago Park. This time I’m thinking Kiwanis for something close-by, or maybe we’ll turn it into a mini road trip and head to Flagstaff and the Grand Falls trail.
My goal is just to be outside, though. So since the landscapers cleaned up our front and back yard today and a) it’s no longer embarrassing to be seen entering and exiting the house with all its white trash goodness just lacking a broken down car on cement blocks; and b) it no longer makes me feel guilty and depressed that we let the yard get so bad, maybe I’ll just stick a camp chair on the patio, sit my ass in it, and have a beer. Or three.
Or seven. Yeah, seven sounds like a good number.
I’m getting my hair cut this afternoon. Calvin wants me to re-create this look from two years ago:
I gotta admit, I had good hair then. I’m not going for the whole blond look today, though. Just a cut. I’m happy with my light brown hair (“I dream of Genie, she’s a light brown hare…”). No gray, yet. YET.
I had a different hair dresser, then. But the “girl” I had been going to for several years left the salon, never to be seen again. So now I have to train a new one – I’ve seen her twice and haven’t been quite in love with what she’s done. So this time I’m going armed with a print-out of the above-featured photo. It’s black and white, but I’m hoping she’ll see what I mean THIS time. How hard is it – “Long layers, blend the bangs into the rest of the hair, keep the overall length.” Plain English, right?
What are you doing to entertain yourselves this weekend, my gentle snowflakes? Feel free to describe in detail in the comments, and be as R rated as you’d like. If you’re of the female persuasion, Calvin requests pictures. Or he would, if he were here reading over my shoulder.
I know my guy.