Today, Tahmi came over to visit me. She brought me a book from her man, a pizza from Pizza Slut (we both secretly eat there when our menfolk aren’t looking – shhh), a Frappucino (I only drank half of one), and a pack of smokes since Brett hadn’t left me ANY.

I gave her a knitting book I’d borrowed (like a year ago), her Amma doll (which she’d left here last week by accident), and a DVD.

We ate lunch, toured the remodel, and she helped me figure out how to feed a certain audiobook to my iPod. We watched Poirot. And she – I am not kidding! – spent three hours combing the snarls out of my hair!

How fucking superior is that?! (Answer: very.) (I am ABJECTLY so NOT worthy!)

Remember LAST WEEK when I said my hair looked like Don King-meets-Deadhead, from all that hormone-driven rocking? Well, I haven’t brushed it since then. I’ve WASHED it four times and kept it back in a scrunchie, but neither comb nor brush has touched it. Yes, I went to work like that. (Those guys can’t figure me out anyway, dreads didn’t phase ’em.)

I had planned to spend this afternoon working it out myself so I wouldn’t have to cut it all off, but Tahmi – bless her in all ways – DID IT FOR ME. And she was such a pro about it I actually forgot she was doing it a few times! (Poirot was on. He’s SO fastidious!)

Then night fell {thunk}, I gave her money for pizza and smokes, and she left in her fast black car.

And ten minutes later I noticed her purse was on the round table.

So I called her house to tell her machine that her purse (and GameBoy, and iPAQ, and cell phone, and wallet, and iPod) were all HERE. Far away from HER.

She called me when she got home to say, “Without the cash you gave me, I wouldn’t have been able to buy my groceries!”

Yay! Happy ending! 😉