Monday mornings I work at the PTO store at my kids' school. Globetrekking Mom works with me and we essentially sit around and chat and sell the requisite one P.E. uniform a day and make absolutely certain that we will never be elected president (or any other officer) of the PTO. It's like a 2 hour coffee break, without coffee and we're supposed to be working.
That really had very little to do with my story, but I just wanted to give a shout out to Globetrekking Mom. Holla!
Yesterday, when I returned from my "job", I walked in my front door - which opens right into my dining room. I was welcomed by a gray cat.
I do not have a gray cat.
I said in a loud crazed voice "NO! NO! NO! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU AND WHY ARE YOU IN MY HOUSE?"
And because he's a cat, he just looked at me like "Fine, apparently I am not welcome here. Jeez lady, what's your problem?"
Then he just leisurely walked out into my garage.
I really don't like cats, despite the fact that I have 3.
*This was much funnier in my head.
And now I have a super cute haircut! I always hated getting my hair cut because (and yes, I know this sounds so stupid) I hate the way my face looks when I'm sitting there with that black cape around my neck. Black is not so much my color and the thing around my neck makes my face look really fat ('cause my face is square shaped).
But Ela is so fast and REALLY good. Too bad I have only 2 more years here. Maybe I can smuggle Ela in my suitcase. I can see the headline now "Diplomat gets life for human trafficking." And I'd be all, "But she's a fabulous hairstylist and it's taken me 34 years to find someone so fabulous!"
I can only hope the judge is a woman.
What do you think?
I should totally risk it, shouldn't I?