Life List Item #101 Completed: Do Something With My Hair

I've had some crappy luck this week. In the grand scheme of Myanmar, China earthquakes, and people that are choosing between a gallon of gas or a gallon of milk, my problems are all pretty small time, just frustrating.

It started with a minor car accident last week (which was my fault, although I was not ticketed), followed by a flat-busted television set (totally unwatchable, and unlike most Americans it is the only set we own), culminating in a violent allergic reaction to some type of satanic Kentucky plant that left one of my eyes swollen shut and hives up my face and neck. I was just going for a hike!!

The day I had the car accident, I was actually on my way to get my haircut at a nice salon, something I haven't done in probably 5 years. The accident turned this competent, confident, go-getter into a wailing, helpless mess. The other car was barely dented, while my front end was crushed in and vomiting radiator fluid all over the street. Rory was the only person I called, and within minutes he had handled the insurance issues, got a tow truck, called the collision place, and arrived on the scene to pick me up. Once the car had been towed, he turned to me, and in his best soothing nurse's voice said "I know you're pretty upset right now. But why don't we go and get you that haircut anyways? I bet it'll make you feel a lot better."

And you know what? It did. I guess the moral of this story is a great haircut and a great husband can improve any situation. This morning I got up to see the aftermath of my reaction to the wilds of Kentucky. My face looks like I've been in a bar brawl, with a bruised eye and scratches on my face and neck. But damn, if my hair didn't look perfect - and that was after crawling out of bed! Life is good.