Thank you...

For making me write, for making me laugh, for those little things that make the days go by more pleasantly.

I need a haircut. The last haircut I had was good, but now that it's past my waist, I should visit the Scissor Man.

Unfortunately, and opposite of the way it used to be, I no longer have a Favorite Scissor Man, I don't even know of a Most Valuable Scissor Man and I live in L.A. I've definitely become too much of a mom. And yes, they have that "Hot Moms' Club" thing somewhere online, which might be a way to re-connect with those "in the know", but the name alone turned me off it. I even think they had kids' t-shirts that said "My mom is hotter than yours"... are you kidding me??

Back to hair and other such things... I once went to this hairdresser on Melrose on the advice of a friend. She raved about him and how he cut her hair with a razor and it was awesome...

I went in to see him and came out looking like Joan Jett and Chrissie Hynde's love child. Which is a more of a bad thing one would think, because if you're old enough to have attended the concerts, then you're too old to wear the look.

I promptly went to another salon for a quick fix. I got my hair straightened stick-straight. It didn't work perfectly, but given that I had my 20th class reunion I had to do something. Ugh. I now see the pics from the reunion and remember how much I hated that haircut and everything I had to do to maintain it looking semi-acceptable. Hence, my hair is now completely natural and has that "Adam and Eve in the Garden" length to it...

In a way it's good. It helps me cover up when I'm naked and giving a speech in front of all those people...**


** in a dream, of course!