Ah, my hair!

Ok, so making two posts in one day is extreme, but they are two totally different subjects and I thought they deserved their own space. And afterall, I'm in the Olympic spirit and extreme is what the Olympics is all about - that and passion and snowboarding and hot guys and ugly ass figure skating outfits.

Sophie has a new trick - she has been bringing me all of the remote controls from the table in the living room. I don't know why, but it makes her happy and keeps her occupied. She will also take them back if I ask her - very impressive. She has also started saying "hi" like she's a tiny little Time/Life operator selling "Dorf on Golf" videos. It's cute. She picks up the phone and goes "hi". It makes me all teary-eyed and I laugh a lot. Of course, that has nothing to do with the Olympics or my post.

So, I finally hacked off all of my hair. It's great to get rid of it and I thought it was appropriate for Cabaret. I look like a punk flapper. I had 10" cut off and I donated it to Locks of Love. They use the hair to make wigs for children who have cancer. Of course, they separate out the gray hair and sell it. I hope I didn't have too much gray hair in my ponytail. I know there's more of it than there was 15 and a half months ago! I'm glad I did it...not just because now some tiny little person will have my hair for a wig, but because it was time for something new. It feels great. Now if I could just get over this fucking cold...