i usually put off my trip to the hair dresser as long as possible. it’s simple laziness. i am a closet agoraphobic. don’t laugh! it’s true! i hate to leave the house. i have to give myself a pep talk every time i need to go do something like that. if i didn’t have to leave the house, i probably wouldn’t.
anyway…i started that paragraph as a way of saying, i got my hair done yesterday. i like this salon and my stylist, nichole (of femme chick fame). she’s nice, she listens and she’ll fix it if i don’t like it. a great combination. i usually have my eyebrows done too. amandine takes care of that thankless task. she’s a gorgeous french girl who is as sweet as can be. for as pretty as she is…she’s not snooty or snotty at all.
ugh....
this isn’t a great pic of me but then i doubt there are many great or even good pics of me out there. really, i’m not kidding. i don’t photograph well. i’m not a great looking person in real life but pictures make me look even worse. if my first impressions had to be made via photos…i’d be in a lot of trouble!
most of the rest of the day isn’t really worth mentioning. my spaghetti dinner was a disaster. the sauce was too sweet. the weather was yuck again. i went shopping for jeans for my older son and couldn’t find anything to fit his bean pole body type.
we did sit down to watch a netflix movie as a family…or at least it started out as a family and then the boys disappeared to their rooms. we watched paul blart: mall cop. i had heart how funny it was. it was cute…stupid but cute and a 3 out of 5.
i went to bed super early trying to shake off this fatigue but to no avail. still exhausted at 2 the next afternoon 
and that makes me late on publishing yesterday’s blog.
