i had a converation with my magic 8 ball

it all began with a not so good hair day looking better after i pulled all my hair away from my face. i've been sicker than sick these past few weeks with all sorts of allergy induced ailments and a bad reaction to a prescription and have been feeling quite miserable. my bad-brain had blossomed into sad-racoon status and i was not a happy camper but a new round of antibiotics and steroids and hopefully a new prescription that won't make me sick had me feeling a smidge better and so i smiled...genuinely.

tonight was the first night i had to sit on the computer. i am way behind on thingy-things..them mister and i were out for a road trip last weekend and well...there is a lot of catch up going on. soooo...i had a chat date with a favorite person and i asked her advice about chopping my hair off. at the same time i posted it to facebook. i got a lot of yeses and likes from my FB friends but my gal Tara thinks longer is better. so we bantered back and forth and enjoyed our chat and signed off after two hours or so.

but i couldn't leave well enough alone. so i hit up the old magic 8 ball and here is what ensued.

should i get a pixie cut?

concentrate and ask again.

pixie cut, pixie cut, pixie cut?

better not tell you now.

oh come on, pixie cut; yes, or no?

outlook not so good.

really?

yes, definitely!

and then i laughed a full blown belly laugh and decided to share it with you.

**i still think i may take the plunge...gulp! 

friday's confessional: august 5

Last week, I backed into the sister a-go-go's car. I backed into it while it was parked IN the driveway.

I simply nestled myself into Sir Rodney, turned the key and went into auto pilot; back, back, backing down the long, long driveway. As I happily backed my way out of the long, long driveway I even did a little patty-pat-pat on the back as to how well I was doing. I'm am not really very good at driving in reverse. There are walls on either side of the driveway. Wonky low walls that are difficult to navigate. There is more than enough space on either side but the trickery of those walls fools you into thinking you are about to bumper-car into them.

I used to make mr. a-go-go back the car out but I decided to a-go-go up and just do it already. At first I was stop and go. I'm sure it was quite comical really as I inched Sir Rodney, ever-so-slowly down that long, long driveway in a less than straight line. Poor Rodney would swivel one way then the other as I over thought and over corrected the whole situation. Eventually, I manifested a little bit of Elvis magic and just backed the heck up. Which is what I was doing before I smacked the sister-ago-go's car.

I got in the car, rolled down the window and stuck my head out to gauge my distance with the wall and backed up. Confidently so as I was now a pro you see. As I was doing it I thought how much faster I was gassing it and then I thought "Oh, this is how people back up over their pets" and at once I imagined I was about to back over the deaf orange and white tom-cat that roams the neighborhood when BLAM!

You might wonder how on earth I managed to not see an entire vehicle parked in the driveway and well...in all honesty I have to tell you I never looked. We don't park cars in the driveway here. Two cars go in the garage and Sir Rodney hangs out in the back just to the side of the garage. Had I actually looked in the mirror I would have seen said vehicle but nope, I was on autopilot and simply backed, backed, backed myself outta there like the bees knees I thought I was.

I am sooooo not the bees knees. And now, I am afraid to back out of the driveway.