I had an appointment to get my hair cut yesterday. When I arrived and saw Maribel, she didn't look well. She had a migraine, she told me. Refusing to even sit in her chair, at first, I told her there was no way she could do anyone's hair. She had to put her sunglasses back on, which she had removed to talk to me. Exposure to light was so painful, it made her eyes water. She asked me to sit, anyway, and left to talk to the management.
When she came back, she told me she would visit her acupuncturist and that a treatment always worked. Would I come back tomorrow at three p.m.? She had already booked me so I said sure, and boogied.
I had forgotten that today is Saturday. I try to avoid going anywhere that could be crowded on a Saturday. Well, except for the library, maybe. That quiet oasis where I usually get my hair cut had morphed into an antbed of people. Maribel did look like a brand new person, though, which made me believe her acupuncturist is also a miracle worker.
I bought Whoppers on the way home. Life is whopping ...
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Whoppers. Did you write whoppers? Hum. You know what kind of small hint I am implying. I may not post everyday; however, I try to read your blog everyday.
Glad to hear Maribel is feeling much better. Stress has been taking a toll on her over the past few weeks.
Yes, I totally agree that the weekends are not meant for venturing out among the rest of society. Publix is empty when I arrive at the store after work between 8:45 and 9:00 pm. No waiting in the Deli Department and the isles are free of wanna-be-Indy-drivers.
Speaking of those drivers and considering where y'all are this weekend, (plus factoring in the new camera) will we see pictures?
Yes, they are posted, please take a peek.
Of course you did. I was so busy trying to identify the three gorgeous women on your site that I forgot to scroll down. Duh!
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