My husband and I went to Paneras last night for dinner (broccoli cheddar soup and half a chicken salad sandwich) but mostly so I could get a Latte with Almond syrup. As we stood in line a woman walked in and I stage whispered "She has my hair!".
This woman had somehow read my blog and gone out and gotten her hair dyed exactly the same way I want my hair to look! I’m sure of it!
I thought to myself, this is perfect. I’ll sneak a photo of her with my phone and that way when I make the appointment to get it colored I can show the stylest exactly what I want. Sadly she was to quick for me. I am not above sneaking around and taking a photo of someone, however she’s apparently had some experience hiding from the press. She sat at a table that was in the perfect spot to keep me from sneaking up on her.
So, I gave up and did the right thing. That’s right, I manned up! I walked up to this poor woman and said, "excuse me, can I take a picture of your hair?" She was very nice, and I’m sure flattered.
Sadly it was a camera phone in a not particularly well lit restaurant.
My plan today was to get up early, go out and mow the front yard for my morning calorie burn, then take a shower and go get my hair trimmed. My husband was out futzing around in the yard and when he came in I asked him if it looked like it was going to rain, and if the grass was dry enough to mow. He said, no rain, and yes dry. I walked outside stepped in the very wet grass and was greeted by thunder. I wonder sometimes if he lives in the same dimension as the rest of us.
Have a good Saturday!