German shepherds are notorious shedders. Here’s why. Plucking Leo, who celebrates his 4th birthday today. Happy birthday, Leo Bug! I took my car to the shop yesterday. Remembering my past humiliation of watching a car mechanic brush off his pants after exiting my car, I put my “guest” car-seat covers over the layer of dog hair. Normal peopleContinue reading “U is for Undercoat”
While waiting for Rob to finish uploading the entire contents of his cassette collection to digital format and then to his iPod, so we could watch Prison Break, I watched an episode of Tim Gunn’s Guide to Style. The subject was a mother of two who wore nothing but capri pants and T-shirts. As theContinue reading “Fashion backward”
During the past week, I had very similar conversations with an assistant at my physical therapist’s office and my hairdresser. For some reason, neither woman wanted me to sit in silence as she ultra-sounded my shoulder or cut my hair. I prefer silence to being asked by someone I just met if I have anyContinue reading “Small talk”
A few things I didn’t have time to type up yesterday before I headed out to the state fair. For work. (This is the third time I’ve been to this fair by myself, but usually it’s to see Weird Al. Rob’s taking me to see Weird Al on my birthday next month, but I wasContinue reading “Follow up”
As much as I enjoyed wearing my hair in pigtails during our vacation, my hair is just too long. I don’t have the patience to blow it dry and wind up braiding it every day anyway. Beauty magazines’ll tell you, if it only looks good up, your hair is too long. Another thing that bothersContinue reading “Too much of good thing = bad”
Oh, woe. Poor little me. Life was so much fun before Disney World. Now, how can it compare? On the plus side, there was no Isis in Orlando. The first couple of days were rough. I kept wondering what she was doing and whether she was worried we weren’t coming back. Then it became clearContinue reading “To have seen what I’ve seen”
Rob and I both have meetings in Olympia today, and his job was kind enough to put him in a hotel. Is it weird that he packed four bottles of hair product, and I barely remembered to bring a brush?