At around 1630, I was near the beauty salon, which was closed Tuesday yesterday, when I had the urge to do something with my alleged beauty. But I got stuck in traffic headed to Costco.
Around 1720, I came back from shopping for rotisserie chicken and garlic herb powder for buttered bread at Costco, but didn’t find my Pro-Enamel toothpaste because the sample tube from the dentist yesterday will run out.
I’m now in the beauty salon getting my BLACK hair highlighted because I’m bored with my BLACK head of hair.
I’ll have Kim cut my hair in long layers. I love my bangs but may have that chopped, too. I don’t know what I want, much like my job preference and men.
But I still think that temporary accounting manager is good looking, fine, super intelligent, restless, etc. It’s too bad he’ll have to leave because of whatever he mumbled under his breath during our first informal meeting.
One day the Lawd Gawd will bless me with an Uber good man who is humorous. Philip was sarcastic when he wondered if I was on drugs. All I could muster was that I drank four cups of coffee this morning and took a shot (of vodka, which I didn’t, of course).
He then asked for my network password because yesterday, even I was out on TWO dental appointments, I shut down my computer and no one else could access the scanner for making check deposits to the bank. He’s a ‘Spunky’ fellow! I really like him when he’s calm and relaxed.
It’s 1907 and I’m home with my new hairy blondish highlights and preparing to eat dinner.
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