Oh I have much to talk about on this Tuesday morning.
If we were chatting on the phone I'd grab a broom and my load of laundry that's been lingering in the dryer. Whenever I'm about to chat it up with a friend, this is what I do.
I talk. And clean. And listen. And fold. And giggle. And sweep.
It helps a girl who is emotionally allergic to most things domestic to combine that which she loves with that which she doesn't.
It's like the song, "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down."
Except that I don't really do sugar right now, so I guess it doesn't apply. But you catch my drift, right?
Anyhow.
If you happen to be in the mood to turn on the 700 club today, me and my hair situation will be on. And thank you for reminding me that the 700 Club will surely have a stylist to help me comb my do. Except that I received an e-mail to come to the studio with my make up and hair done.
Drats.
What do you think they would say if I showed up with my hair wrapped up in a towel and just simply explained I had a most unfortunate encounter with a pair of my wrapping paper scissors? By the way, I cut some more off the sides yesterday.
I know.
Usually I limit my self trims to the bang region. But y'all the extraneous flippies on the sides...you'll see.
Anyhow.
Thank you for your wise, wise words and honest insights yesterday regarding gaining lost weight back. You have no idea how much I wish we could meet for coffee and chat about this topic in person. And since I'm pretty sure it is illegal to fold laundry in a coffee shop, we could chat and do nothing else.
Except count my split ends. But we've moved on from the hair topic. Situation. Awful, dreadful, embarrassingly flippie and fly away, obviously self-trimmed with wrapping scissors hair do. Or lack thereof.
So.
Today, can we chat about something else I'm writing about in my book. The whole thought of "it's not fair I struggle with my weight and she doesn't."
Let's be honest. It's hard when your best friend, sister, mother, co-worker, hair dresser (had to throw that one in because have I mentioned I'm having issues with my hair?)... when other women you do life with eat whatever they want, whenever they want and never gain an ounce.
And while they are munching away on all things delicious, you look down at your mid-day snack of a slice of turkey wrapped in a lettuce leaf and you think, "my hair looks awful today."
No, sorry.
You think, "This is not fair."
Now, I know there are a lot worse things in this world than this. We all know there are a lot worse things in the world than this. But this is an honest, everyday struggle many of us deal with and I want to address it head on.
So, please share your thoughts.
About the "it's not fair issue"... not my hair do.
If we were chatting on the phone I'd grab a broom and my load of laundry that's been lingering in the dryer. Whenever I'm about to chat it up with a friend, this is what I do.
I talk. And clean. And listen. And fold. And giggle. And sweep.
It helps a girl who is emotionally allergic to most things domestic to combine that which she loves with that which she doesn't.
It's like the song, "A spoon full of sugar helps the medicine go down."
Except that I don't really do sugar right now, so I guess it doesn't apply. But you catch my drift, right?
Anyhow.
If you happen to be in the mood to turn on the 700 club today, me and my hair situation will be on. And thank you for reminding me that the 700 Club will surely have a stylist to help me comb my do. Except that I received an e-mail to come to the studio with my make up and hair done.
Drats.
What do you think they would say if I showed up with my hair wrapped up in a towel and just simply explained I had a most unfortunate encounter with a pair of my wrapping paper scissors? By the way, I cut some more off the sides yesterday.
I know.
Usually I limit my self trims to the bang region. But y'all the extraneous flippies on the sides...you'll see.
Anyhow.
Thank you for your wise, wise words and honest insights yesterday regarding gaining lost weight back. You have no idea how much I wish we could meet for coffee and chat about this topic in person. And since I'm pretty sure it is illegal to fold laundry in a coffee shop, we could chat and do nothing else.
Except count my split ends. But we've moved on from the hair topic. Situation. Awful, dreadful, embarrassingly flippie and fly away, obviously self-trimmed with wrapping scissors hair do. Or lack thereof.
So.
Today, can we chat about something else I'm writing about in my book. The whole thought of "it's not fair I struggle with my weight and she doesn't."
Let's be honest. It's hard when your best friend, sister, mother, co-worker, hair dresser (had to throw that one in because have I mentioned I'm having issues with my hair?)... when other women you do life with eat whatever they want, whenever they want and never gain an ounce.
And while they are munching away on all things delicious, you look down at your mid-day snack of a slice of turkey wrapped in a lettuce leaf and you think, "my hair looks awful today."
No, sorry.
You think, "This is not fair."
Now, I know there are a lot worse things in this world than this. We all know there are a lot worse things in the world than this. But this is an honest, everyday struggle many of us deal with and I want to address it head on.
So, please share your thoughts.
About the "it's not fair issue"... not my hair do.
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