Why me?
Heavy sigh. I had one leg shaved in the process of getting ready for my hair appointment this morning when a migraine struck. So instead of getting beautiful, I spent the morning in bed with my phone, listening to knitting podcasts on my lovely iPod, Griffin my faithful terrier, and Trixiebelle my cat, who hates to see anyone in bed without her.
So now I have to wait two weeks before I can see my stylist, which makes six weeks between cuts and that is TOO LONG. And I just had a migraine on Tuesday night, which is TOO MANY.
If I feel well enough to go grocery shopping later, I am going to buy something indulgent and bad for me. And probably a lipstick that I don't need. And I just may not shave the other leg.