trips to the mail room
So the manager calls me and says I have a package downstairs. She knew it was my birthday recently and she wants to make sure I get my presents [I like her] [and I like presents] so I trot downstairs in my cow boxers [woo woo] and socks and ratty T to sneak in and nab the package but I get busted by the manager, she is in the mail room.
Um. Ooops.
[I am in writer mode and grubby and was hoping not to be busted in boxers and socks here but oh well.]
And she says, Oh did you change your hair color it is real pretty it looks all silvery.
Okay I am in a head band and also have been letting my roots go bad there is about an inch of them which I am getting away with because blonde is easier for me to let slide since my roots blend better with blonde -- on me with darker hair colors, roots look like bald spots -- but I realize what she is talking about is the inch of hair she is seeing around my face in front of that head band and that is, um --
My real hair color. Which no one has actually seen since I was 14. Not even me. And technically my hair started going silver when I was 12 so no one knows what color it really is now except, well, no one knows but it is pretty damn pale.
So I come back upstairs and stare at the roots for a while and wonder if it would actually work not dyeing my hair and then I think, Naw. I love all things artifical hair. But it is funny strange to me to get asked if I am doing a new color when it is the real color someone is seeing. Who knew?
[Also last visit my stylist lopped off my eyebrow I am scared to go back I need ears and eyebrows but I am scared of new stylists too it took a year to find her help!]
Meanwhile, the big news is [and this is why thoughts are late] the condo sold.
Okay I have to say that again in case you missed it.
THE CONDO SOLD.
Yay yay yay!
I will only believe this is true when it closes and someone hands me a check but I have little pieces of paper with signatures on them that say someone is buying the condo and there are inspection and bank people invading now instead of real estate people so it all looks real.
Wow. 21 days and then no more Casa Dog we will be road dogs. Woo woo!
Wish us luck.
Love and Kisses,
Your
On The Move Adams Girl
PS: There are no ps's.
