After 82 days and 20 hours since I last visited her, I was finally able to get an appointment with my
personal genie hairdresser Mari yesterday. Until yesterday, it has been a tough few weeks here in Mental Land involving lots of baseball caps and avoidance of being seen by anyone outside of Cocktail Corner. If you need to bone up on what Cocktail Corner is, you can go here or here. This magical and lovely lady who turns my hair into spun gold is so popular that you have to wait weeks to get in. As a matter of fact, when I left, I tried to make an appointment for November 1, and she is already totally booked. Gah.
At any rate, Mari is also a fun person, and I always love my chair-time with her. Yesterday, we had a bonus as my good friend Miss Hower had an appointment as well. She told me she called on August 6, and today was the first time she could get in. We all laughed and then she told us that she had just had to hang up on her husband because she didn't want to be late and miss her appointment. The kicker is that he is in Ireland right now, and he called to tell her he had been in an accident. Come hell or high water, Miss Hower was not missing this appointment. We all laughed even more. And everyone went home with our lovely new hair.
Everybody is okay in Ireland, by the way.
Please, someone tell me that I am not the only hair geek out there. Please?