Finally, today, I sat once again in the chair of Ninja (braider par excellence, or at least tres vite [and it sure feels like excellence when I can get out of a braider's chair in less than five hours ( Read more... )

Mom has not enjoyed her time with the moppets, so they will be moving out at the end of November.  (One of them actually moved out a couple of weeks ago.  Mom liked her the least.)  She hopes to find some other people to rent the downstairs, people for whom she will not be contractually obligated to cook, people who will not say things like ("eek, ( Read more... )

I couldn't find my comb yesterday.  I put in some hair lotion, applied some nifty hair wax/putty, and then couldn't find my comb.  So I ran my fingers through it several times, put on a headband, and hoped it looked more hot chick than hot mess ( Read more... )