I went for a haircut today and not thinking, I said take two inches off. And then I must have mumbled something about how my hair was all curly today because I woke up late Monday and didn't have the time for the blow dryer or the flat iron.
I guess Nam (as in Viet) was as distracted as I because when I looked up from playing on my Blackberry, I noticed that she had trimmed off quite a bit more than I expected and had finger curled lots of little Mary Tyler Moore curls into my sleek, shiny hair (which will only stay sleek and shiny until I wash it myself, and then it will go back to it's general Betty White strawlike texture without any hint of shine).
'Your hair's curly' was all the hubs had to say, a couple of hours after I arrived home.
Hopefully I'll have made some definitive progress on the Holiday Grids and Grommets bag by tomorrow night. It would be nice to have a new bag to go with the new 'do, don't you think?