I’m going to get a haircut today…or maybe I will get all of them cut. Ha-ha-ha…Dumb joke. This is the picture I’m taking with me. I hope she doesn’t screw it up. Whatever. I guess it can’t be much worse than it is now. I just don’t want her to cut too much off. You know how those hairdressers are. Sorry, Aaron! ;) My oldest son, Aaron, has been in beauty school for a while now. He graduates in December. I can’t wait for him to come over and give me haircuts and color and highlights and do my nails, and, and, and…hee-hee. I’m not a scaredee-cat when it comes to my hair. I’ll do just about anything. It’ll grow, right?
I got my nails done yesterday for the first time in a looooong time. Mine were so ratty and just a mess. They look much better…
But look at my other hand with the dog bite marks STILL showing after over two months…
Gross! How embarrassing!
I’m going to go buy a cuff bracelet today to wear on Saturday night so I don’t look like a crack whore at the party. We’re going to be playing cards, so my hands will be very visible. Ugh. I really don’t think they’ll ever completely go away and be invisible, but I’ll be glad when they lighten-up. Sigh. Such is life. Liver spots, moles, scars, wrinkles, sun spots, and the list goes on. Just hold your head up and act like you’re gorgeous, right? Right.
Am I depressing anyone besides myself? Hee-hee.
I’ve got to go get some make-up on. I’ve read that you’re never supposed to go get a haircut without your usual make-up on. I guess it makes the haircut look better or something. I know it’ll help when I’m staring at myself in that gigantic mirror for an hour.