Thanks to everyone who tolerated my super weird fake hair pictures yesterday and voted for their favorite look! By the way, did I mention I was not wearing a lick of makeup in the picture I took of myself? Luckily, the website I used also allowed me to add makeup. Which I did. Because otherwise, I would have looked kind of like this:
Don’t you wish life worked like that? You could leave the house however you wanted and just click on cute clothes and makeup and hairstyles as you drove to work, and they would magically appear on your body?
Anyway, it looks like the “Ashley” is the style of choice! I’m still on the fence about the possibility of adding the bangs from option C, the “Katie.” I’ve had bangs for a really long time and I usually end up pinning them back, but I dunno… I’m not sure I’m ready to say goodbye to the bangs just yet.
This is when I’ll ask myself the question that always leads to wise decisions: What would Bella Swan do?
No, nevermind, I don’t think “act angsty and avoid eye contact” is the solution to this particular conundrum. Strange, because that usually works in any given situation.
In non-hair related news, I’m taking naps all day and carbo-loading in preparation for our Weekend of Insanity that begins at exactly 3:30 today. I won’t say exactly where we’ll be because I’m wary of announcing my every move and location to the Internet At Large, but I will say there’s a wedding involved and LOTS of time in the car.
Which should be all kinds of fun for Suzy the Sciatic Nerve, because Suzy does not appreciate being in the same position for longer than about an hour. She gets kinda crabby. And if you remember, the last time she got crabby, I ended up in the hospital.
(Yes, I do name things that are painful or otherwise unpleasant in an effort to make them seem less like a big deal, why do you ask?)
(Also, Suzy the Sciatic Nerve would appreciate it if you did not confuse her with Pete the Polyp, whose story has not been, and never will be, told on this blog or in any other public forum due to a slightly high level of cringe-inducing material.)
So anyway, I’m really hoping Suzy will cooperate and that she won’t bring any surprise visitors along. I really don’t want to meet her friends Brian Back Pain or Lucy Leg Cramps. I’ve heard sketchy things about those two. And if we could get Sally Swelling to calm down at some point in the near future, why, that would be just lovely. She’s been pretty worked up lately, I don’t know what her problem is.
I guess the point of all this is, if you don’t hear from me until Monday, it’s because I’m either out of town, at a social function, or on my couch giving Suzy a good talking-to. Hopefully, though, I won’t be at the hospital again.
Don’t forget to check out the AKA Flash Fiction Contest while I’m out of pocket – it’s great writing experience and you just might win some awesome prizes!
Happy Weekend, everyone!