Wednesday, August 11, 2010

Curse you, house centipedes!

Me: Did you kill a big, nasty bug on the kitchen floor and leave it there?

Brother: [shakes head]

Me: Well there's a smashed dead guy in the middle of the kitchen floor. And I see that neither of us is wearing shoes right now.

Brother: [smirk]

Me: Look, I'm not sure which of us was actually in the kitchen last, but I'm going to say it was you. And that's how we're gonna play this thing.

Brother: [continued smirk]

Me: [leaves the room]

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Wednesday, August 04, 2010

Lucille Ball does humidity

I chopped my hair last weekend. Fine, not me, but somebody with scissors and talent. She straightened it after, and it looked amazing. It's slightly shorter in the back than the front, which totally freaks me out, but looks hot with the straightness. Yesterday I wore it curly and felt like a poodle. What can you do? She colored it, too, a shiny brown with a hint of auburn. When the poodle-osity became too much, I put it up in a clip. It sort of bubbled up top (as if I had a bump-it, guffaw), and I looked in the mirror and saw Lucille Ball staring back at me.

Today I tried a little something different, and the frizz will NOT get under control. According to weather.com, our humidity level here is in the 60's and 70's, as in a 70% humidity level. As in closer to drowning than breathing. So no, there will be no self-straightening of the hair anytime soon. Out of curiosity, I decided to check the humidity levels in Phoenix. They're at 20%, but with a daily high of 109 degrees. One Hundred and NINE! I'm good here.

Consider me poodled.