Friday I had a mammogram, which, as somebody (Linda Ellerbee?) pointed out sounds like you put your breast in an envelope and mail it off somewhere.
Yesterday morning I hit Curves, b/c I was only able to go twice during the week.
Today I got a haircut.
The woman who cuts my hair always kind of bugs me to let her color it or add highlights, and I always tell her no. I told her today that I'll be 49 years old next week, and I'm kind of pleased that I have no more gray than I do. She then whispered to me that she thinks my hair color is very nice, that she has to push the color, but that if her hair looked like mine she wouldn't color it either.
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3 comments:
Cute cut. An October baby like me, huh? Yay!
Yeah, we're special.
Wow! Your hair looks great! I have a lot of gray. At least, I think I do. It's covered with Clairol.
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