So, I did something a little weird earlier after I washed my hair Monday... I separated out a section up front that might normally be bangs/fringe and cut it a couple inches past chin length, just at/above shoulder length.... one side is slightly longer than the other but whatever.
Tried to get pics, but as usual I am really not photogenic. What I see in a picture is not what I see in a mirror. Well, I did get pics... the day after. It's not great, and it doesn't show things too well. And these eyes? They're supposed to be blue, damn it!!! (And yes, if you look closely, you will see the silver in my hair.)
Anyway, it reminded me that I'm slightly annoyed. Yeah... when I was much younger my hair was dead straight, like someone took an iron to it. It was a major struggle to get any kind of curl into it. But now? Twenty or so years later?
Meh. Now it's wavy, the ends turn every which way, it's got a bloody mind of its own. Sure, sure, I get that it goes wavy since I tend to braid it back most of the time, but even without doing that the ends go all over the place. The rest of it is fairly straight, but with that kind of length and weight, it can't be much else.
I'm torn again on just letting it keep growing out. I like the idea of a really long braid, I really do. But on the other hand, that much weight is just asking for chronic headaches. Still... I mean, I had it almost to my knees at one point.
(Man I love this music.)
Anyway, the shifter is now fixed. Again. Though, Rick's taken to bringing along a small toolbag in the car just in case. The last "bushing" whatsihoozit was all plastic and I guess this latest one is metal (or at least part metal?) so maybe it won't happen again. I really hope not. Really not looking forward at all to the time when we have to get a new car. I love my Saturn, I really do. Got it while we lived in West Palm Beach so it's been with us for quite a long time.
In other news, Bane scared the crap out of me. I had a nap earlier today and opened my eyes to see Bane looming over me. I swear, in a past life he had to have been a really pervy sort of guy.