Here are the things I have been thinking:
- I JUST FOUND OUT THAT DEXTER AND DEB ARE MARRIED IN REAL LIFE! I spent a while flipping out last night. How crazy is that! I am so happy. Someday I will be as skinny as Deb.
WhyI am so sad that the average ladyI cannot replicate anything that was done during even a simple haircut and blowdry. When I leave, I look so awesome. The next day, I look just like I always do, but with shorter hair. Sigh.
- Speaking of haircuts, I rarely get mine cut. I did the Hair Cuttery thing for a while, and, let's face it, they're a little ridiculous and no self-respecting adult lady does that. I'm still far too intimidated even to purchase a Groupon to a fancy salon, so I'm in the middle of the two with a fun but reasonable chain called Bubbles. But re-enter my inclination towards not spending money: So far I've been there twice. Six months apart. Yup, I know my ends were probably ridiculous. I could have told you my hair was not fun or flouncy or voluminous. But you know what, it does the trick. And semiannually I muster up the courage and adulthood to go in and get my hair cut by a professional. And I love having my hair washed and everything else and overall it's a great experience except when they make me feel like crap for not going earlier. "How long did you say it's been? Let's definitely not wait 'a few months' next time. Have you seen your ends?!" This makes me :( . Hairdressers aren't the only ones. Dentists (who goes to the dentist during college, SERIOUSLY) and priests (confession is, you know, confession) tend to make you feel horrendously guilty for not doing their difficult thing more often or sooner. It's DIFFICULT, yo.
- Sighted: I BUILD. What do you build!, I wanted to shout out my window. Also, cause for doubled over, jaw dropped, husband-arm-clutching and pointing ecstatically: ISL&DS. Now, the D is obviously unnecessary but maybe someone else out there already had ISL&S and this tropics afficionado wanted to express his love in the second most awesome way. I am so happy about that ampersand.
- Speaking of ampersands, I bought an ampersand on Etsy. This October photo shoot gets more and more adorable, and this husband gets more and more exasperated. Oops.
- This is something I've vaguely always known but recently have not only been reminded but inspired to represent statistically. Here is a graph for you to demonstrate my mood (x) vs. desire to be hugged (y), where 100 represents an average person's greatest desire to be hugged.