A Road Less Travelled

  Today Theresa and I finally trimmed each other’s hair. We’ve been meaning to do this for a while, and today finally worked out. I think it was the combination of James being out of town and Theresa and I both being kind of tired which spurred us on to accomplish this monumental task. (This almost makes sense if you consider that we had a very light schedule today because of those things.)

After it took all of ten minutes to complete our set task we decided to go the extra mile and put goop on our hair. No, not henna–we have not yet joined the ranks of wild and crazy henna people, though I’m contemplating a henna-based purplish burgundy color for my hair.  No, we went with the hot oil treatment kind of goop, specifically oil, honey and egg. Which is why I’m now sitting here with a plastic bag on my head. (Over my hair only, I should hasten to clarify before my great-grandmother rolls over in her grave.)

I’m sitting here with sticky, goopy hair containted under a plastic bag in the hopes that when I wash the goop out my hair with be shinier, healthier and generally have more joie de vivre. Yeah, that sounds really sensible, doesn’t it? Hey, at least I don’t have cucumber on my face…