What a difference a day makes...
Oct. 15th, 2005 03:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
saifaiHuh. So. Here I am at home all dressed up and nowhere to go. Actually, I've been waiting since about 10:30am for hubby to call me and tell him where I should meet him for lunch. Long story short, I'm still waiting at 3:24pm and I've gone through the last of the leftover pizza from dinner last night (mmm, nothing like cold Hawaiian pizza), about a dozen mini-peanut butter cups, and a small bowl of tortilla chips.
Interesting the observations one can make when bored out of their mind. I'm sitting here looking at my fuzz free hair and wondering what happened to make it so un-frizzy. On any normal day, it doesn't take any longer than about an hour into my work day for my hair to start in with the frizzing. Drives me insane, I tell you.
Then it hits me. I'm constantly running my hands through my hair in frustration when I'm working with the kids on the bus. Then I leave it alone during the quiet times, but constantly have to throw it over my shoulder and out of my way (my hair is down to the middle of my back again).
Right. So I guess that my frizzy hair comes from stress related fiddling. *gr*
...and with that, I'm off to find another snack. Hubby just called and lunch is out. So is dinner. On the bright side, I get to have me a burger from Sonic for dinner. On hubby's tab, of course.
Interesting the observations one can make when bored out of their mind. I'm sitting here looking at my fuzz free hair and wondering what happened to make it so un-frizzy. On any normal day, it doesn't take any longer than about an hour into my work day for my hair to start in with the frizzing. Drives me insane, I tell you.
Then it hits me. I'm constantly running my hands through my hair in frustration when I'm working with the kids on the bus. Then I leave it alone during the quiet times, but constantly have to throw it over my shoulder and out of my way (my hair is down to the middle of my back again).
Right. So I guess that my frizzy hair comes from stress related fiddling. *gr*
...and with that, I'm off to find another snack. Hubby just called and lunch is out. So is dinner. On the bright side, I get to have me a burger from Sonic for dinner. On hubby's tab, of course.
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Date: 2005-10-19 06:19 pm (UTC)We need an Idaho slashers club! Come one, come all... three of you!