formerly a fearless temp

It's an exciting day here at Casa MyLastName: Today I remembered to buy toothpaste! For the last two weeks I've had to do battle with a tube of Colgate from approx. 1997, squeezing and rolling and cajoling until finally I started going through the travel bags I have for housesitting to find the little tubes of travel toothpaste I've accumulated. But today, holy cow, I have a big FRESH tube of toothpaste, and let me tell you, I am using a big dollop, one that covers all the bristles, tonight. No more economizing! We're living large!

In other grooming news: The other night I made my hairdresser's day by telling her that the next time I come, she will - okay, it's hard for me to type this - shewilldyemyhair. I'm 26 and I've never so much as put Sun-In in my hair, but the grays have gotten too aggressive in the past year, and what used to be a quirky, fun thing ("Look, I'm 17 and have a gray hair! How weird!") has become progressively less quirky and fun as the gray strands have become more numerous. And while I like the color of my hair a lot (dark brown/almost black) and have never wanted to change it, the thing is, the grays really stand out against it. But. It doesn't seem FAIR to have to start dyeing to cover grays at 26. I'm too young! AND I have terrible acne right now! It's like my skin is 13 and my hair is 45. So unfair!

Fair or no, it needs to be done. I knew it when I was talking to my grandmother about how I thought I might have to do it, and my grandmother said, and I quote, "No, honey, you look fine, you don't need to - let me look. Well. Maybe a rinse or something."

My Nana is never wrong!

I feel like I had something more substantive to say when I started this post, but no. I'm drawing a blank. Ta for now.

Ladies and gents of Livejournal, I had a totally awesome hair day today. TOTALLY AWESOME. My hair was curly but not wild, frizz-free but not flat, and there was this one lock of hair on the right side of my face that curled across my forehead just so - it's hard to describe, but once in a blue moon my hair does this, and it looks like I've spent hours artfully styling it into place, when in truth I could never artfully style my hair to do anything (my hair care routine is this: wash/condition, comb, air-dry as long as possible, dry with a diffuzer with my head upside down for the rest, apply frizz control cream, and pray). Suffice it to say, it was fabulous. Naturally, have my long-scheduled hair appointment tomorrow evening. That is the way with these things, right?

The other big event of the day happened this afternoon, when I dragged my butt a half hour off of my usual commute route to get to this scary box-store plaza that featured both a Barnes & Noble (where I could get a discount this week!) and a Panera's (where they serve my favorite, baked potato soup, on Wednesdays!). I was so looking forward to my late afternoon lunch, where I was planning to read my newly-purchased fabulous novel on the recommendation of several lovely people. Then I got to the register with my potential purchases only to discover that I had left my wallet at HOME. And had only the two dollars and change in my coat pocket!

IT WAS SO TRAGIC!

Once I knew I couldn't get my Panera lunch, I suddenly realized that I was famished and would not survive the 45-minute drive home, and therefore scrounged together my quarters and bought Hush Puppies at the Taco Bell/Long John Silver's in the scary box-store plaza. I spent ten minutes of the drive home eating the Hush Puppies and the other thirty-five minues hating myself for eating them. All in all, good times!

The goal for tomorrow is: To remember that I have to leave an hour-and-a-half earlier than usual. I'm a little afraid I'll get into my usual routine (which features time-stamps for when I should be doing things - at x mintues past the hour I make my oatmeal, at y minutes past the hour I do my makeup, etc et) and forget. But I believe in myself! I do! I CAN DO THIS!