Headed for Weekend and--

...I got nothin'...I'm sick of my past post (as I'm sure you are) and I can't think of one bit of thrilling trivia or pressing news.

Got my hair colored and "texturized" yesterday. "Texturized" means that I COMMANDED my hair lady to put long and spikey strands in my otherwise struggling locks to prevent "cowgirl hair." I don't know if it helped or not. She got another call just as she was "texturizing" that her daughter was having an asthma attack at school. Dang daughter...that's the second time she's done that while I'm getting my hair cut. Her mom snips away ferociously while telling the school that she'll get right on it. Breathe, girl. At least until MY HAIR gets done. For heaven's sake. I try to be sympathetic, but we're talking extremely ugly hair here and a woman who has no self esteem. Why can't anyone realize the importance of my coif! My hair lady had to come to MY house because her shop isn't ready yet. Her 3-year-old daughter accompanied her mom. That alone made me twitchy above and beyond the medical emergency. Maybe I should break down and go to a real salon, but those suckers charge BIG bucks for highlights, color and cut. And they always want to attack my eyebrows and a plethora of other flaws that mar the tapestry of my visage.

So I head into the weekend with very little to report that is worthy of note. We are volunteering at Surprise Pride Day--fixing up the less "beautiful" or groomed portions of our berg. It's supposed to rain. Should be extra fun. The only high point is that I'll have an excuse for homely hair. (I know you think I stress unduly about my hair, but...well...you're right, but I'm gonna stress about something so get used to it. )This is my concern of choice right now. If I had a healthy psyche I'd be completely devoid of topics and then how boring would I be? Stop rolling your eyes...