'Cause smokiní candy cigarettes is 'bout as bad as baby gets
After work I went for a hair trim and had it cut by the usual lady I almost always get. My bad hair karma reared up and bit me and when I came home, I saw that my hair looks pretty good in the front, but the back just has a lump of hair that ends in a ridge that sticks out. Did she forget to cut the layers in the back? This is annoying because now I have to go back again this morning and have them do it again, free of course, but it uses up my Saturday a bit.
At work we have been discussing the Halloween costumes we have to wear on Halloween. Our theme is Las Vegas so various people are dressing as the various casinos. Darsey wants to be a pirate girl from Treasure Island, so I am going to lend her some costume elements from the old ren faire costume and from my costume box, and I am going to be an old gambling lady. Just found out that the spouse has to go to Vegas before that time for a conference, so he is going to get me a floppy Tshirt with some Vegas witticism on the front. Melissa says my costume should be the aforementioned shirt, capris, socks and shoes, and an old lady hat. A candy cigarette hanging out of the mouth is a good touch. And a big cup full of coins for the slots.