I took a look at Jimmy Smits Wikipedia page. He is only one year younger than me and his hair is still all there (so is mine) and it had no grey (well, neither does mine, if you get my drift.)
As of yesterday anyway. And, I discovered my hairdresser has a weird sense of humor.
I was there with Paula, it was her birthday, and we were getting our "hairs" done. I have straight, thin shoulder length hair. I mean straight. My mother spent my childhood putting those Toni Perms in my hair, which would be straight by the next day. And I would be punished for doing whatever it was that made my hair straight. In later years, I would discover that it actually has an ever so slight wave to it, just enough to make it turn out rather than in when it hits my shoulder.
So my dear hairdresser gets her curling iron out and gives me ringlet curls! And whatever she put in it, they stayed all day! Not that it was attractive, mind you. I am so not used to having curls! I kept running my fingers through it to straighten it out, and they kept bouncing back! LOL.
But I digress.
I think I want to see about getting some barstools and maybe some dressers for the bedroom. We are currently stacking our meager amount of clothes on the shoe shelves (since we don't have but three pairs of shoes each). And the robes Carrie gave us for Christmas came in handy after I realized I put the only pair of pajamas in the washer just before my shower last night.
Oh and I still have a lingerie chest in the form of one of the few tote bags that survived the flood!
So about lunchtime, I hugged my painters goodbye, picked up all the paint containers and put them on the carport. Once Scarlett and Miguel loaded up the truck with all their stuff, Scarlett ran back to hug me once more with tears in her eyes!
I cannot imagine she does that will all her customers! But I did supply them with a lot of agua fresco and White Chili and Italian Sausage Soup. And brownies! Those Sneaky Spices were amazingly wonderful - it felt so good to cook again. And Pizza, I often ordered pizza for whoever was working on any given day.
So they are gone.
I vacuumed the debris that had collected under all that pile of wood and the long arm table and mopped the space twice. We are still getting up the dust from the drywall. Seems like that will forever haunt me.
But before you get all hot and bothered about the long arm being in its appropriate space........
I actually got it stuck in the foyer. I can't get it to turn into the dining room. Not sure what to do next, I just left it there until I can find a more muscled partner.
I wonder where Jimmy Smits is about now..........