Numbered lists are doing it for me right now, so I’m gonna go with it.
1. New hair.
I’ve been free-agenting it with hairdressers lately. I was going to one for a while, but then she had my trainee do most of my color and blowout (which made me look like a poodle, and had to be redone), and then charged me her full price. No. The next one I went to was OK but not anything impressive. I went to another one today, and I really do like the color, cut and price, but it took FIVE hours. 10am-3pm. I don’t know what to think. It might have just been a bad day, so I will probably try her again, but if my next appointment takes nearly my entire workday, I am going to be on the prowl again. I feel like finding a hairdresser who has talent AND good chair-side manner is like finding a contractor who is actually skilled at the trade AND shows up when he says he will. Meaning, virtually impossible. And the last time we needed a good contractor, we just threw in the towel and bought a new house. It’s not like I can throw in the towel on hairstylists and buy a new head.
2. Goddess Dressing
Why am I incapable of pouring any less than 1/2 a bottle of this stuff on my salad. That picture is of the bottle after 2 salads. I like it, but wow, way too much, and after eating a big ol salad now I am feeling a little sick.
Horns is the most recent book that I read and really, really enjoyed. It’s classified as “horror,” but like Joe Hill’s dad, Stephen King, Hill is the most skilled and the most scary exploring human cruelty.
4. Big Sour Patch Kids
Yes. Bigger is Better.