Good morning...I'll tone down the peppy, so as to not jar any of you who are still dozing...shhhh....
This past Friday, when I posted the Carkeys Incident, I put up pictures of mysels looking vexed. After looking at those, I realized that not only do I refuse to say "cheese", even for me, but that I have two different colors on hair on my head.
This is not good - it isn't really a look that works for anybody; outside of Halloween, or a nursing home, maybe,...if you really had a lot of attitude.
So here is what I looked like on Friday, in the throes of key-lessness:

now here is a natural beauty and also the elusive #2 from the Saturday meme of most important people/things. She may be a very silly girl, but I love my Jezebel Maya Jungle Cat!

But the color looks good on my hair, and my hubman did the haircut for me - its your basic bob - no layering - and its laying down from all the conditioning right now, but its still a vast improvement from just a few days before. (And yes, I really am that white - I don't tan, just burn, so I gave up trying to be brown)

Well, Okay, there was kind of a debauched Saturday thing going on. Bea and I made Red Drinks (like a Bloody Mary, but lighter) and basked in the sun, eating potato chips and dip. It was fabulous. We didn't get a Damn thing done, but we felt so relaxed and zen-like afterwards, and that's somethng.
Of course, the housework is waiting, looking impatiently over my shoulder as I type. Yeah, Yeah! I'm going, I'm going!
Sigh...I hate housework, and its starting to show!
3 comments:
Ah yes, a weekend of salt and alkeehol, my ass will never be the same.
And hey! I didn't even make the top 5? What's with that??? I think my nose might be bleeding.
That's definitely not my husband's idea of quality time together. We began practicing our margarita recipe for the neighborhood competition. That's his idea of quality time. ;)
But you came out looking much more beautiful than I did after tinkering with a pitcher of lime and tequila LOL.
Okay pitiful jokes about self aside...
Looks good!
And a happy sunning cat---there is little greater joy.
OOOH!!! I like it!!
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