Tuesday, February 12, 2019
Hair Raising Days
I went in last week for a hair cut and some "natural highlights" which involve a transfer of cash similar to ransom, and an hour and a half with enough foil on my head to attract a number of conspiracy theory admirers.
I also went in without lunch or dinner due to the day I had at work. I figured that I could grab some takeout on the way home as my husband was out of town and I hadn't planned on cooking, Abby Lab was being walked a couple of times and fed by my dogwalker due to the long day (legal hearing) so she was taken care of.
As my stylist did the trim, I had a ladies magazine on my lap, with my reading glasses off, as the beautiful genius that does my hair finished up the cut and blow dry.
Did I mention that when I hit 50 I had to get "reading glasses" and anything just a foot away is a bit blurry? First, it was the pages at Bible study, then mailboxes, and soon I was looking through the rack for "readers" with all the other grandmothers.
The magazine I was reading at the salon had a colorful picture of a bowl of soup in it. I started to get really hungry It looked SO good and that bagel and apple and coffee at 6 a.m.were distant history. I think I drooled on the page. The lady in the next chair over mentioned that, looking quite perplexed when I said: "I SO want a bowl of that." I couldn't wait until I was free of sculpting gel and a dryer to stop at the gourmet grocers for some of that, the broth, the succulent chicken, perhaps some shrimp, while I curled up with a glass of expensive white wine and Bach.
Then I put my glasses on.
I'd been drooling over cat food. Friskies Fancy Feast no less.
After that, I stopped McDonald's for a Filet O Fish and the liquor store for a bottle of white wine, just grabbing one from their "pick of the week" display as I was tired. When I got home and tried to open it with the wine opener and I couldn't puncture the top I realized it was a twist off cap.
Filet O'Fish and McWine.
Maybe I should have just gone for the cat food.