Enough of the depressing stuff, lets talk about my hair

Okay not a great photo, but look at the hair.

This is the beginning of going gray/grey. I prefer grey. This is much shorter than it is has been for awhile. When BD got sick with the cancer I grew my hair longer so I could just whip it up and not worry about fooling with it. I wore it that way for a few years. After BD was mom and again not fooling with the hair was great.

When I decided to bite the bullet and quit coloring I thought to myself "there is nothing more aging than long hanging grey hair. Looks like a hag from an Aesop Fable. Cannot do that. So we cut it and I like it shorter. So far the roots are not making me run for the hills. And this self quaratine keeps people from seeing this if it goes south. In desperation I found a hair color online I can do myself if things get bad. Of course we know that will be a disaster, but again in quarantine.

A few years ago my hairdresser and I tried a new color. It did not work. I wore a hat for one month. Been there done that on bad hair.

Y'all know I can't cook

I decided if I did not take charge of this dinner situation we would have a meltdown. Big Daddy loves a challenge.  I mentioned macaroni salad with grilled chicken and grilled avocado. I offered to make the dry  rub and doctor up the chicken while I was making the macaroni salad. Big Daddy did not trust me to make the dry rub or to rub it on the chicken. Hmmm. Only thing that went wrong was the pasta had to be redone, first batch was ruined. 

After squeezing the lime juice on the avocado you can put some salsa and sour cream in the middle if you wish. 


New thing I learned that flabbergasted me, there is frozen oatmeal at Trader Joe's. Who the hell would buy frozen oatmeal and why? For horrible oatmeal wouldn't instant be just as bad and quicker to prepare? 


I took my down comforter and down mattress pad to the cleaners and no one could figure out how much to charge for the mattress pad. The comforter was 42 dollars. This dilemma required the owner making a special visit to price my pad. It will be 38.50. When I get it back I will make the bed with the Mysore silk coverings and we will see. 


Oh and I got a wild hair up my ass this week and decided I was tired of being a boring blond. So I changed my hair color. And no one noticed. 

Big Daddy says I am in a FUNK

Also that I have neglected my funny of the day. Punkin Head kinda said the same thing. Apparently they see no humor in my quest to fund port-a-pottys in tent city with Nancy Pelosi's pearls.

Well I did leave the house yesterday to get my hair done. Gotta keep up the roots. Saw a Grosse Pointe matron with fuchsia hair. My hair lady said she did it herself to save money, "and at her age you cannot afford not to have professional tinting". Why not just go brown? Every fashion magazine has ads for natural looking hair color you can buy at the discount store. I on the other hand am blond and there is nothing worse than bottle blond-even fuchsia. Fuchsia means you know it is not natural and natural was never a goal.

Saw the toe lady, she misses me. We have a plan to turn Grosse Pointe into the French Quarter of Michigan. It involves alcohol and maybe a Madam. The crumbling architecture, eccentrics, and too many lawyers are already here.

I hope you remember my neighbors, I have an update on the cookie lady. She of the two mud holes in her way past tacky front yard. She now has 5 tomato cages in one of the mud puddles. She also planted potatoes and corn in that "next to the sidewalk" plot. WTF. If you want to be a farmer why do you buy property with no yard but a patch in front. And I can't wait until the SPAWN OF THE DEVIL gang finds those tomatoes on a hot and muggy summer night. Thank goodness my car is red.

Speaking of red,also white and blue I have to get Big Daddy on the flag patrol. Tomorrow is Memorial Day and as we can only hang our flag when we can watch it (the spawn again) it is time to shake it out and hang it on porch. Jets from Selfridge will fly over my house and I can see them from the front porch. Thrilling sight and god bless our military men and women, they do a job I cannot. Thank you.