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the weekend

We went away for the weekend.  Peaceful.  No Internet, computers, very few mirrors.  Heaven. 

Poor Don had a bad cold.  I was for the most part, soothing and comforting. 

Will said my hair was fine, except for the side bits that hang down and make me look like I have Elvis sideburns.  Which I have to admit, even though I was trying to act indignant, I couldn’t suppress the snort of laughter that erupted out of my nose.  Will and Don didn’t even bother trying to suppress their laughter. 

Actually, the more I think about it, the better deal I think I got with this haircut.  We are a family that laughs a lot, but this haircut?  Worth every reckless penny spent.  So, I look a little odd for a while?  Hair grows.

By the way, we watched As Time Goes By, last night, and I got struck with inspiration.  “Hey guys,“ I said.  “How about I get a haircut like Judi Dench?  It’s already short, I’d just make it a little shorter.“ 

Both their heads snapped towards mine.  “You’re kidding right?“

“No, don’t you think her haircut’s pretty?“

I got a resounding, emphatic NO!  Which I find really surprising.  I think she looks great.  Love her haircut.  It’s odd, how they see Judi Dench’s haircut in a totally opposite way.  I find it quite chic, pretty, unpretentious, gamine.  I’m not quite sure how they see it exactly, but I do know that Will was still worrying about it over breakfast and made me promise not to cut my hair like hers. 

Anyway, we are back home now.  I’m off to bed.  Will do a nice cozy blog tomorrow.  Promise.