In which there are many pictures in today’s post because it’s Monday and I’m too grumpy to actually write anything.

Friday after work I went to my stylist’s brand new salon:

The Red Door Salon

and got my hair done. I asked her to give me a bob and dye it brown, which she did. It now looks like this:

The New Dark Hair

I don’t like the color – it’s too dark for summer – and am going to have her lift it several tones at my next appointment.

Saturday I lounged around being a lump. (I did get all my laundry done, though.) Saturday afternoon I went to a fun family BBQ, and Teh BF and his Momsie came too:

Shish-kabobs

Saturday night I went to the PnE, where Feedback was playing, and got drunk. I even sat in with the band a few times, and so did my brother:

James

Sunday, Teh BF and I drove around all over town running errands. I spent $100 on HABA (and a couple of clothing items) at Walmart because I was out of everything. I bought nifty bento stuff at the Asia Oriental store and packed it for lunch:

Bento #98: Japanese

Today I am getting unreasonably irritated with my customers when they say dumb stuff, which leads me to mention that my vacation is at T -25 and counting. I absolutely cannot convey how very excited I am to be about to:

1. Leave town.
2. Fly. (I love airports. Sick but true.)
3. Go to the retreat in Dallas.
4. See Mother.
5. Not have to work for a week.

And how were your weekends, my babies?

 

2 Responses to The Weekend, It Ends Too Soon

  1. E.C. says:

    I like the new locks. Very sex-ay.

    I want to be camping. Right now. Preferably by a lake.

    Thank you! Come camp in eastern Washington, I’ll come see you! -m

  2. E.C. says:

    If I can find the time off at the same time that we have a little extra $$, we just might.

    You totally should. It’s awesome over here on the East side! And it’d be fun to come visit your campsite… or bring you into town and par-tay! (I’m certain we have lakes. I don’t know where they are, but I’m certain we have some. We have all those dams; those make lakes, right?) -m