At least they don’t get sick. And they never “Have a headache” or suffer from TMJ for that matter, but THAT is a topic we will save for another day.
Ehem…Where was I?
Oh, yes. I’m still sick.
You all should hear me talk right now. I totally sound like a guy. A guy that smokes about 3 packs a day. Then washes it down with a couple of quarts of paint stripper. After swallowing a stack of flaming swords.
Some of my sick suck is completely my own fault.
On Saturday, even though I felt like crud, did I stay in bed with Nyquil and a box of tissues?
I motored my butt down to the capitol city of my fair state to get my hair done with Casey (Moosh in Indy). She is LOVELY. (She is also itty bitty. Seriously, I know that I am a total amazon and stuff, but I think her waist is the size of my thigh.) I wasn’t planning on it being more than a hair appointment, but the way things fell into place turned into quite the excursion. Even though I had zero ability to phonate by the end of the evening, the day was so fun that it was worth it.
She sums it all up so well on her blog that I am blatantly stealing it from her:
“I had my second date with the smokinâ€™ hot Loralee from Loraleeâ€™s Looney Tunes on Saturday. In all my history of second dates, never has a second date been so wonderful. It involved a dressing room, a blow up doll*, a gay man, stylists and copious amounts of sushi.”
I suppose that I could explain all of the above, but some things are just better left unsaid.
Besides, do people REALLY ever want to read about blogitty meetups? I remain unsure and unconvinced about it. One thing that I am totally convinced about? My hair turned out AWESOME.
Take a look for yourself:
BEFORE: (Bad, I know. It does look worse than usual because I had my hair clipped up and took it down before she started.)
AFTER: (I had her cut off almost four inches and layer it all over, so it is nice and bouncy and healthy. AND THE COLOR! I LOVE IT! They did a technique called “Melting” and used 4 different colors. It looks so cool in the light and different when I part it different ways. I love the red. My only beef with red coloring is that it lifts fast and turns orangey (As seen in the before photo).)
We both looked smokin’. Ask the guys in the convertible that totally hit on us at the movie theater.Â And yes, I’m lame enough to enjoy those moments of male validation.
Anyhoo, I have to crawl back into bed with my hubs.
We’re such a sad couple today. He’s home from work because he threw his back out yesterday, which happens like, never. He is going to his first ever chiropractor appointment this afternoon.Â He’s pretty bad off.
I’m not terribly worried about him, though. Even in his painful state, he can still manage to cop a feel, so I’m sure he’ll be fine.
*I’ll clarify because I know I will get “WTF?” emails (And rightly so!) Go see “Lars and the Real Girl”. It is a sweet, funny, hilrious, and quirky movie. And even though one of the main characters is a blowup doll named Bianca, it is a totally clean movie. One of the best films I have seen in a long time. GO SEE IT.