I was out on an errand Friday afternoon when the hair salon called asking me to come in 20 minutes later than my scheduled appointment because the chick before me was stuck in traffic. I said sure and continued on my merry way. Not ten minutes later they called again and asked if there was any way I could come in now, like in 15 minutes, which would make me 30 minutes early for my scheduled appointment. I said I could do that and diverted my plan to run another errand, heading straight to the salon. On my way there, I swear not five minutes later, they called again. I was driving and let it go to voicemail. At a stop light I checked the message and they were asking if I could please come in 20 minutes late like they originally asked.
That’s about when I wanted to call them up and be all: FUCK YOU PEOPLE. Disorganization really pisses me off. But I didn’t because my hair was on the line. And I am incredibly vain about my hair.
I called them back and said, “Look. I don’t care if you want me to come in early or come in late but what I need is for you to MAKE A DECISION.” And so they did and I went to get a venti iced tea (non-flavored!) because all this bullshit made me thirsty.
Saturday was spent in the company of women. First with my Mom and sister as a pre-Mother’s Day outing involving shopping, taco salads and buckets of sunshine. Second, with a group of super cool bloggers, all women, as we sat around on comfy couches talking about girlie things like merkins.
Sunday I cooked up brunch for my family and we strolled around the farmer’s market. Then Mr. Darcy and I napped and ate pistachios in bed because we are decadent like that. He took me out to dinner and I took him to see the one, the only, the superb David Sedaris. We got home in time to watch Iron Chef and eat sugar free pudding.
My life is very glamorous.
I love my life.
Dot has the sneezies. She sneezes like 3 or 4 times in a row. Most of the time on Mr. Darcy’s leg. I think she’s marking him.