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what am I doing here?

in which susan proceeds to get caffienated and knit all day. if only I could get paid to drink coffee and knit... that would so be the shiz-knit.

I am an addict

so, it was a semi-crazy, eventful weekend. I'll spare you the details, but, in summary, the bro and the future sister in law are happily planning for married life, the baby is sick for the third time this month (what's up with that??) and the me is tired. good friends visiting from out of town, lots of family, a haircut, nice weather... so, the weekend had its ups and downs, but, all in all, it was pretty good. it's kinda nice to be back at work for some uneventfulness, though.

I found a white hair on saturday. it was after I'd come home from getting my hair cut and had showered and was greasing up my head in the bathroom. all of a sudden, I noticed a particularly bright gleam in my hair. after gasping loudly and squinting at the mirror to make sure my eyes weren't playing tricks on me, I ran downstairs to my brother and demanded he pull it out. I can't say I'm that upset about it, but this is my first white hair ever! that's kind of momentous, isn't it? I really should have taken pictures or gotten it on video or something.

as long as we're on the topic of hair, I just want to state for the record that I love my hair stylist. and, if I were a gay man, I would most certainly propose marriage just so I could keep him in my house and have him at my beck and call 24 hours a day. how wonderful would that be? as it stands, I really can't afford to keep going to him since his rate has almost doubled since I started seeing him back in 2000, but I just can't pull myself away. I am convinced there isn't a single stylist out there besides him that can do my hair justice. so, instead, I just try to drag out the spaces between appointments until my hair gets so shaggy, that I have no choice but to go back. this is starting to sound like some kind of sick addiction. but it's true... my name is susan, and I'm addicted to my hair stylist.

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  • Blogger Traci says so:
    4:23 PM  

    I started finding gray hairs (yes. hairsssss) about 6 months ago. I kept making H. come in to see each one, but after like 10, he got bored with it. Me? I was horrified.

    And I say you're lucky for finding a hairstylist you love. I still can't find one, although the lady I go to here in Providence is that best I've found so far. She understands that I really don't want to look like a 50 year old woman, and really...what more could I ask for?

    I'm emailing you tonight. Just thought you'd like to know. top

  • Anonymous wendy says so:
    4:42 PM  

    i can't believe you just got your first white hair ever. you must be good at being un-stressed! top

  • Anonymous sumiko says so:
    9:18 PM  

    Found you! I used to get a gray paper per Spanish paper (which used to keep me up until 4 am translating) in college . . . never fail, write a paper, pluck a gray hair . . . :) top