Trene4000

Single digit tonight! I love snow, not the freezer. Oh well...as long as the noisemakers stay home, I'm not complaining. 4 degrees fahrenheit.

An interesting variation of "Baby It's Cold Outside".

We thought it had been cancelled!!! Yes, I would love a card, please. Thank you.

I think I'll start writing my dreams again. Some of this stuff is too interesting.

I understand that, but forcing that on a person who doesn't see it that way. That's what I don't understand. A hairdresser cut my hair into a short page boy thinking I would love it. I told her I didn't want my hair cut before we started. She said she'd take care of me. I was used to having my ends trimmed so I wasn't surprised when she began using scissors. I happened to look down at the floor through my bangs and saw a ton of hair on the floor. I asked why there was so much hair on the floor. She said she was trimming off split ends. When she finished. She turned me to the mirror. She had cut off 6 inches of hair. Then she had the unmitigated gall to tell me I would like it better. I literally went into shock. The other hairdressers began fussing over me. The manager reprimanded her when she heard what happened. It took almost a year before it began growing again. This was what I referenced. She could not understand why I didn't like it. I had been going there for years and my regular hairdresser wasn't able to come in that day. I never went back.

Oh my gosh!!! I'm coming! Please hold me a card! Here's a little thank you dance.

Waiting in the inner waiting room. There's four people ahead of me. The procedure only takes 15 minutes. It's everything else that takes the hour and 15 minutes.

Terrified.

Have my spine opened and needles jammed into it.

I really don't understand why some don't understand why other people do not want their hair cut. Don't they realize it's like being attacked and stripped of part of your being? It's horrifying!

Wishing I had been more careful with my feet outside last night. When I came back in from babysitting the kittens, since Slinky decided to go hunt and the little furbabies decided to play in the backyard where the dog goes, half my toes were numb and the very tip of the left big toe was blackish. I had a flashback to base when I received the most painful case of frostbite in my feet EVER. I hadn't even thought about the shoes I slipped on as I rushed out the door, lace ballerina flats with a bow on top, all I knew was Slinky had left, the bitties had woken up and they were playing on this side of the fence alone. I guess I'm a little overprotective since coming home to find their mother, SusieCat, and finally their sibling, Blackbeary, murdered by dogs. Plus, I didn't know they had their winter coats already. I stood at the foot of KitKat's stairs. They came and played around me, scaring each other by hiding under my cloak and jumping out. They were so precious. I'm just glad KitKat arrived when she did. I had no idea how long I had been out there, but it was worth it. Seeing them like that.

More like giant, pale shadows surrounded by sparkling lights.

Don't care.

I'm tired of bumming rides off people. I NEED my car fixed! I can't even go to the Christmas Dinner this evening because everything fell through despite everyone being asked and informed at the beginning of this week. Guess I'll see if dude will help and hope it doesn't cost too much.

Show me your favorite shoe.

Kicking the wall. Stupid squirrels digging into hallway.

That made me smile. Thank you.

Annoyed.

Very tired.

Okay. Seriously now. Plugging in phone, turning over, going to sleep. After throwing plastic bottle at busybody squirrels living in the walls.