1) Why do I have so much trouble when getting my hair cut? As some of you know (the ones who have seen me in person, anyways), for the past year or so, I've been growing my hair long again. I'd decided to do it so that when Sara's wedding rolled around, I could actually get my hair styled up, because my regular haircut was too short to really do anything interesting with.
Almost the only thing I'd been doing with any regularity was getting my bangs cut, and even something as simple as that wasn't without its problems. You'd think that just getting about a quarter of an inch of hair snipped off of a relatively small part of my head wouldn't be difficult, but every stylist who ever cut it managed to do it differently than the last. After many, many trips to the salon, I'd finally figured out what to tell them to get my bangs to look consistent-ish, and I shouldn't have changed anything. Alas, Friday afternoon I made one simple request: I asked him to make the edges of my bangs a little bit longer so they would blend into the rest of my hair. He said he'd have to cut some of my longer hair to make that happen and I didn't argue.
While he was cutting, we began to talk, and I didn't really start paying attention to what he was doing until he'd grabbed a handful of my hair and ran a pair of scissors across it. Oy. To make a long story short, I walked in to get my bangs trimmed, and I walked out with a completely different haircut. Don't get me wrong it's a great cut, probably the best one I've had in two years, but yikes! At least there is still enough left for me to have fixed up for the wedding. I hope.
2) I'm so embarrassed. My Facebook friends already know about this, but I'm going to elaborate a little bit. I had a very busy day yesterday. You know, one of those days where your "To Do" list is stupidly long and detailed and you just go from one thing to the other without much of a break. I can only assume that's why I didn't have any idea that my pants had split right down the back, from my waist to the back of my knee. It wasn't even a split seam, it was a full on, ripped-through-the-fabric hole that I didn't notice.
I was folding laundry when Steve got home from work yesterday. I was in our room, standing by the bed when Steve walked in. He started laughing and told me about my pants. I almost fainted. I'd been shopping! I'd been in public places! I had no idea when the hole had appeared in my pants, and for all I know it had been there the whole time and no one felt comfortable telling me! AHHH!
I've been thinking about it, very hard, and there is a chance it happened when I got back in the car after getting groceries. I remember my pants catching on the seat belt thing in the car. I also seem to remember sitting down in my office and thinking I sat on something, so it could have ripped when I was at home, but I can't be sure!!!!! It could have just been the ripped edge catching on things!
If you're wondering why I told people about this, if it was so embarrassing and all, I figure if I've got to deal with the embarrassment, I might as well let others get a laugh out of it, too.
3) Mr. Lee got to see Mitt Romney last week. I don't know if that's actually anything to brag about, but I thought it was pretty neat. He was traveling for a photo convention and stayed in the same hotel with him one night. He said the security guys basically just held everyone up while he walked through the hallway, so it wasn't like Mr. Lee got to talk to him or anything. He said that a presidential hopeful was staying in the same hotel as 400 or more photographers, and he doesn't think any one of them actually got to take his picture. Too bad! I think he could use all the help he can get! :)
4) I have a lip balm problem. It's getting out of hand.
If you enlarge that picture, you can see only a fraction of the insane clutter that is my life. Don't judge me.