Ok, so it seems to be rant week here. I feel obliged to add mine:
This is when I hate my job. I haven't had a haircut for 7 weeks, my grey is really beginning to pop out. I have wings that I can't tame. Here's the thing. I live in a rural area and unless I want a bouffant hairdo, I have to travel to the city to get my hair cut. And since I work 65-70 hours/week, I have to do it on Saturday afternoon or not do it at all. I had to cancel my appointment last week because we got a foot (yes, 12 inches) of snow. I rescheduled for this week and - SURPRISE! - ice storm! I look like a hag. I can't go next week because we had the bright idea to get Van Morrison tickets (YAY us!). So I'll go to NYC looking like a hag with a bouffant hairdo - WITH WINGS! no less. I haven't had my nails done in 3 weeks and the girl I like to go to is in - SURPRISE! - PITTSBURGH! So I'll have to go locally and they just don't get it right.
OK, there is suffering in the world, I get it, but, man! How much can a girl take?!?!?

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jo
276/135 since December 1, 2006
"Grandma, how did you make yourself so little?", My grandson, Jake