Man, my scalp hurts. Irish hairdressers are not gentle. Ow. Also, my Young Dubliners t-shirt did not survive the experience. Apparently the stripping agent dripped down the back of the shawl and bleached streaks into my shirt. I didn't discover that until I came home. Not so happy about that.
and, mostly so the length is actually visible,
I have not looked at HoS today, and that makes me happy. Ted's making bbq ribs for dinner, and that makes me even happier. I think I'm going to go shopping tomorrow, which isn't so much a happy-making thing (usually quite the opposite) as it is simply Not Working On HEART OF STONE, which is inherently happy.
I need to find some tape to close up the DVD envelope I accidentally opened this morning, so I can send it back.
This is my life. Small things. :)
miles to Isengard: 57