Cauliflower Ear

I got an ad in the mail for Playboy ... while staying at my pastor's house. 12 issues for $12. Plus a free DVD. Seems like a good deal.

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The nice black lady at my interim Great Clips was not detoured by my presence when it came to discussing menopause and hot-flashes with her colleague. At least it wasn't the usual boring chit-chat; and more importantly, it didn't require any input from me. I closed my eyes and went to that happy place in my mind while she worked at giving me cauliflower ear while cutting away at my hair. I deferred to her judgement in all things (I'd liked to have seen you tell her no), and by the time I left, my hair was really short, gelled and sligtly messy.

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There are asian twins working at my interim Publix. My sisters did the same thing. I'll have to ask them [my sisters] if they got tired of being asked if they were related. My bout at being clever might have just been really annoying.

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Mmm ... chocolate chips.

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I stole this picture from a friend (it's not *your* picture, so just get over it, k?). Apparently the Queen's birthday is tomorrow, and the celebrations have already commenced. Kind of like with my birthday. Anyway, I was just thinking how nice it is that our government doesn't have such long-term figure heads. They mostly rotate in and out every two, four and sometimes eight years. Like in Doctor Who, where they change out the actor playing the Doctor most seasons, so that you learn to enjoy the show instead of just the actor. It doesn't work. I hate it.