Today we have clouds and all the schools in the area had a two-hour fog delay. East Noble, however, had no school because of scheduled teacher things. So, that means the fog was wasted as far as Summer is concerned. Tomorrow morning she will be pontificating about the fates that made the day before foggy. Damning them, more than likely. Oh, yes. I am so eager to greet the new dawn in about 17 hours.
Tomorrow is Alison’s 41st birthday; let’s see I had just turned 44 when Cameron was born. Of course, I am about two decades older than that now . . . but so is she. And somehow, it seems like the laugh is mine. Because tomorrow is her birthday, I agreed to a dratted, dastardly Alison Wal-Mart run – an event that needs an intermission.
Halfway through I developed a sinus headache – not the really painful kind, but one of the ilk where your eyes feel as if they are first being squeezed shut and then progress to feeling as if they will pop out. Imagine the cartoon characters with the springs behind their eyes.
We also got hair treatments – but at Scizzor Worx, not Wal-Mart. Robert William got a hair cut, rolling in on his roll-a-bout. Alison had a trim and feathers put in her hair – teal for ovarian cancer and pink for breast cancer. I got re-toned and styled.
I’ve to tell you Scizzor Worx is really and okay place. They listen to what the customer wants – I have never walked out of there as a helmet head.
Shoot, now that I’ve triggered helmet head in my mind, I saw a lady the other day whose hair was puffed out as if she were wearing a Hershey’s Kiss on here head. It made me think of the Martians in Mars Attacks and I kept waiting for her head to explode.
It was supposed to be warm but it is chilly and damp and we are going to have a fire. Maybe I should go remind them to start it in the fireplace. Gee, sometimes I am so snarky even I am impressed.