From the neck up

My sister always cuts my hair, but since she moved to Nebraska to be near our parents I don't have a readily-accessible cosmetologist anymore. She's so good, it scares me to go to anyone else. But I did it yesterday and my hair turned out okay. It's shorter than I wanted it and I thought I communicated the length I wanted to the gal, but she just kept chopping and the next thing I knew it was two inches shorter. But I can live with it. Everyone else has to look at it more than I do anyway, and so far Michael Blake hasn't fainted with shock. But then the only time he ever mentions my appearance is when I'm wearing something sports-related. Today it's just an Old Navy polo so there is nothing to take notice of.

The funny thing was, this gal cutting my hair asked me what I did for a living so I told her, and it turned out that she loves Kiss FM and listens all day and she was really excited to tell me all about it. Then she was quiet for a couple of minutes and I thought that meant she was trying to think of the usual questions like, "Is Kellie pregnant yet?" or "Is Al ever going to find a woman?" or "How much does Kidd make?" I don't know the answers to any of those questions. But rather than ask me those she said, "I want to give you microderm abrasion!" What? How random is that. It either means I'm scarey-looking up close and nonsurgical facelift was one of her first thoughts, or it means she loves Kidd's show and the radio station so much she would offer to do something nice for any of us that would happen into wander into her shop. Either way, I'm totally doin' it! Later this morning in fact. Why wait.

She promises it will only take a few minutes and there will be no redness afterward. If I show up all rosey-red for our 2:00 staff meeting I'm going to be mad. Maybe I'll show up looking hot and glowy! I'll think positive. It's nice of her to offer. Random, but nice.