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Saturday, February 05, 2005
What Color Is My Hair Again?
I'm feeling quite blonde right now (no offense to the natural blondes in the reading audience- I think the airheaded vapidness normally associated with blondes results from the amount of bleach artificial blondes absorb into their scalp to achieve The LookÂ).
So... I started the chicken-with-my-head-cut-off cleaning spree earlier today, then took the boys out to where they will be camping this evening with the Boy Scout troop. Got their tent all set up and ready to go. See? Here's proof:
Pretty good, eh? Then I left to go to my thing at church. (What? You didn't expect me to actually sleep in that thing, did you? I mean... it's gonna be cold... and rainy... and... no, thanks. That can be a moment of male-bonding for Hubby and the boys. Yeah... that's it!)
So... drove down to church... got the lightboard and video equipment fired up... went to get the cue sheets. The Production Director saw me coming down the hall. "Uh... Beth... what are you doing here?" "It's my week to produce." "No. It's Heather's week to produce. You're on next week." "Huh?"
Evidently, I got my calendar all screwed up. In a big ugly way. So... instead of having my life on fast forward, I can hit the slo-mo just a bit. But... still makes me feel like quite the idiot.
So... instead of calling cues this evening, I'm sitting on my couch, watching a few music videos, sipping a glass of wine, gobbling down some sushi. I'll get around to cleaning the house... later.
Hmmm... maybe having a blonde moment isn't so bad...
So... I started the chicken-with-my-head-cut-off cleaning spree earlier today, then took the boys out to where they will be camping this evening with the Boy Scout troop. Got their tent all set up and ready to go. See? Here's proof:
Pretty good, eh? Then I left to go to my thing at church. (What? You didn't expect me to actually sleep in that thing, did you? I mean... it's gonna be cold... and rainy... and... no, thanks. That can be a moment of male-bonding for Hubby and the boys. Yeah... that's it!)
So... drove down to church... got the lightboard and video equipment fired up... went to get the cue sheets. The Production Director saw me coming down the hall. "Uh... Beth... what are you doing here?" "It's my week to produce." "No. It's Heather's week to produce. You're on next week." "Huh?"
Evidently, I got my calendar all screwed up. In a big ugly way. So... instead of having my life on fast forward, I can hit the slo-mo just a bit. But... still makes me feel like quite the idiot.
So... instead of calling cues this evening, I'm sitting on my couch, watching a few music videos, sipping a glass of wine, gobbling down some sushi. I'll get around to cleaning the house... later.
Hmmm... maybe having a blonde moment isn't so bad...
