A very lovely lady indeed!

OK, post #2. Now I'll just say - writing this is weird. Partly because I know Jesse is reading it (hi Jesse!) and Wendie is reading it (hi Wendie!) but partly because I'm not entirely comfortable doing it yet. Maybe I can't really write that well, or maybe I'm not very entertaining. ??

Today I got my hair cut. It actually looks a little tiny bit like an updated Carol Brady flip. If only I had a sassy pantsuit to go with.....

Anyway...a trip to get my hair cut is not the easy task it sounds like it should be. It involves a lunchtime trek up to Seattle, then a swing by Dick's Drive in for lunch. Usually it's just my gay work husband George (who will likely become a fixture on this blog) and the aforementioned Wendie. Today we were joined by the fourth person in our group- Lori.

The trip is never boring. Inevitably we are running late, which means George drives like a bat outta hell to get us there. Wendie sits in the back seat with her hands over her face and every once in awhile reminds George to slow down. We weave in and out of traffic and then get to Seattle, which is an adventure as we careen down city streets, avoiding pedestrians, cars backing up and various construction workers. Finally we arrive, they kick me out of the car and go find a parking space.

Luckily, it only takes the lovely Liana about 10 minutes to cut my hair. It's truly amazing but I love it because I hate to get my hair cut. This time I got lucky because I avoided a lecture about the highlights my tipsy cousin gave me back in June. :) All in all, the haircut is good, although she cut my bangs a little short and the first pass at blowdrying made me look like an Emo kid gone wrong. All in all, it's good.

From there we headed to Dick's - an icon in Seattle. To me, it's just okay. I can take or leave it. But what's most entertaining is watching Wendie go to Dick's. It's like watching a person stranded in the desert finally get water. Or a dog get a bone. It's like her mother ship. Today she splurged on TWO Dick's Delites (I think that's what they are called - don't hurt me Wendie for not knowing for sure).

After Dick's we added a special stop to the trip - Trophy Cupcakes. This is what happens when no one's boss is at work. :) Trophy is a super cute little cupcake shop in Wallingford. George and I first went back in the spring and I've been dying to go back since. I hate to say it though - this time I wasn't floored like I was before. They were good, don't get me wrong, but I think mine might be better!

Arriving home after haircut day is always interesting. Half the time no one notices. Today I got a "Mom, your hair looks weird" from Hayley. I'm going to say she thinks it looks weird good and not weird weird. Yeah, let's go with that.

Tomorrow I'm doing the AIDS walk. Wish me luck!

PS - Hayley is mad that Hannah has a hurricane named after her. Damn that NOAA anyway! I had to promise her that before she's 10 there will be a hurricane named Hayley.