OK....I went to my hair appointment today. Remember I told you I had one. So I get there and Theresa is ranting about her crazy family stuff. She is in a blended family that is not blending well, suffice to say.
She mixes my red, slathers it on. She always touches up my nearly non-existent eyebrows as well.
She washes it all out. Blow dry, trim the out of control wisps, I give her a hug and off I go.
I head to Burger King for lunch, talk to a nice man about the flooding in Houston.
Then I go home, where Frank is. Got that? He was home. And I even have conversations with him. Face to face.
I work on my Stripes quilt a bit. Then we decide to go to Dick's Sporting goods for court shoes. Together.
And then to Walmart. They are reorganizing so I had to talk to several people there to find things. Frank was with me the whole time.
I picked up a prescription at CVS and said hi to my friend Bruce who works there. We chatted. Yep, Frank was there too.
We make a last stop at the monogram shop where I drop his NoMax suit for for the company an we talked about having to wear dog tags in grammar school so they could identify us should Cuba send one of those Russian missiles to New Orleans.
We head home, still together in the same car, same space. I am washing my hands in the bathroom and I look up at my face.
OMG!!!! Why didn't Frank say something? Anything?
OMG!!!!! Seriously, dude? All afternoon? All those people?
Smeared across my eyebrow is the red dye that Theresa forgot to clean off. And it has a small trickle of drip down my left cheek.
OMG!
I can only imagine that those ladies in the monogram shop must have dissolved into hysterical laughter when that door shut behind me.
I texted Theresa and told her what happened. She immediately called me, but could not talk because she was laughing so hard. She would get out, I'm Sorry.....and there she would go again in another fit of laughter.
Yep, I actually looked like a clown. Face paint and all.
And then to Walmart. They are reorganizing so I had to talk to several people there to find things. Frank was with me the whole time.
I picked up a prescription at CVS and said hi to my friend Bruce who works there. We chatted. Yep, Frank was there too.
We make a last stop at the monogram shop where I drop his NoMax suit for for the company an we talked about having to wear dog tags in grammar school so they could identify us should Cuba send one of those Russian missiles to New Orleans.
We head home, still together in the same car, same space. I am washing my hands in the bathroom and I look up at my face.
OMG!!!! Why didn't Frank say something? Anything?
OMG!!!!! Seriously, dude? All afternoon? All those people?
Smeared across my eyebrow is the red dye that Theresa forgot to clean off. And it has a small trickle of drip down my left cheek.
OMG!
I can only imagine that those ladies in the monogram shop must have dissolved into hysterical laughter when that door shut behind me.
I texted Theresa and told her what happened. She immediately called me, but could not talk because she was laughing so hard. She would get out, I'm Sorry.....and there she would go again in another fit of laughter.
Yep, I actually looked like a clown. Face paint and all.
