I hope you're doing as okay as possible, Scrappy.
I just had my hair cut by the nicest barber. He was insanely quick (once I convinced him I really just wanted the #1 blade), and then WASHED WHAT WAS LEFT OF MY HAIR afterwards. When I cut my own hair, I step right into the shower to get rid of all the shorn strands, but he's the first professional that has thought to do that. And It had never occurred to me to ask. And it's not like he charged me for a wash or anything. So, nice tip.
Today has been sadly heteronormative (well, except for that intensely sexy-voiced woman in the pharmacy who liked my GL t-shirt). The barber tells me he wants to wear high heels sometimes but he can't because men aren't allowed to, and the checkout guy in TJ's tells me that he doesn't like to put away the round ornaments off the Christmas tree, because that's not manly.
Needless to say, I only feel sympathy for one of those guys.
I'm so sorry, Scrappy, but you did the right thing for her, today, and during her life with you. Lots of love there.
how did they know this body was of a singer?
I haven't clicked yet, but maybe stuff found in her tomb?
Putting away, like, star-shaped ornaments is manly, but round ones not? WTF?
Maybe he only puts away the twig-and-berries ones.
S. is making pork belly for dinner because he apparently thinks he's a Top Chef. I hope it's good. I've never had it.
Putting away, like, star-shaped ornaments is manly, but round ones not? WTF?
I'm wondering why he thought this was something to tell a complete stranger, to boot. It sounds really...uh, ungrounded in reality. God forbid my grip on my...what's the general term for masculinity or femininity? Gender essentiality? I dunno...should be so weak that style of ornament could cast aspersions on it.
Putting away, like, star-shaped ornaments is manly, but round ones not? WTF?
Because you could cut yourself! There's a DANGER factor!
Last year, Ryan helped us put everything away. This year we were uber-slack, never even put the tree up to begin with (we went away over Christmas). I suspect next time around Ryan will be sufficiently clued in as to what's happening that we won't be able to get away with that.
Scrappy, I'm very sorry. That's not a good week.
Pix, I hope your ankle heals quickly. (You've reminded me, our fridge is due for The Treatment too.)
Ok, wood is hauled and stacked. It is a seriously fatiguing chore, but a very satisfying one, what with there not being anything there, and then there being a big pile of heat-sustaining stuff there. I did that!
I'm making the turkey pot roast/coq au vin thing (except with brandy instead of wine).
It smells good on a gray winter day.
