Haircut time! Need I say more? I've spent the last twelve years going into salons requesting that they not make me look like a suburban housewife. Well. Duh. What is one to do with this request, really? Here we are, after all, in the suburbs, and my biggest dilemma of the day happens to be deciphering shades of white bath tile. Nevertheless, hunky Dave did his best and I must say I'll be back.
But it can't be too bad, and the unencumbered woman rises like a phoenix from the ashes. Here. I am...meeting my man for a brew at 4:30 in the afternoon at The Beacon.