Feeling off today...

Well, this was Nuttie this morning but she's left me for the warm bed and now Nissie is sitting behind me on the pillow snoring. Oops....I lied she just came in, whined and now she's behind me with her daughter sleeping. Life is tough for a wiener dog in this house.

The bear is getting sooooo old. I think she has the canine version of Alzheimers. She'll start walking, suddenly stop and just stand there and stare. She'll walk up to the wall with her nose inches from it and just stare. It's funny and sad at the same time. She gets confused and befuddled. We have to be careful approaching her when she's like that because she'll get startled easily and more confused. I usually stomp my feet so she can feel me approach, then I'll gently touch her and guide her to her bed.

D usually cuts my hair but Friday I thought I'd just shoot in to Great Cuts and let them trim a little off all around. When I signed in, I had a foreboding feeling and ignored it. DUH!

I told the woman to take an inch off all the way around. I said, "See how my hair is? That's how I wear it, just trim it all the way around so it looks the same in a shorter version. I curl it with a medium curling iron each morning."

When she didn't cut the top, I said, "Cut the top about an inch. It grows really fast." She said, "U wanna it spike?" I said, "No, just like it is only shorter". She cut the front and I said, "That's perfect, now layer and trim the rest." She put my head down and the next thing I knew I heard, rip at the back of my hair. Before I could protest, she'd taken a razer and shaved off two sections of hair at the back. Then the side was gone. I said, "What are you doing?" She said, "I make it whispy!" I said, "I don't want it whispy." She shaved the other side to match and I said, "Okay, that's fine. You're done." Then she pulls out the hair dryer and starts to dry it. I said, "No. I'll go home and wash it."

On the way home, I could feel huge spots where it was 1/2 to 1+" longer here and there. I was going to have Dave take a picture so I could post it but I was so relieved to see him come home, I forgot.

Anyway, I said, "I'm sorry. I thought I was saving you time and went to get my hair cut. Could you try and fix it without cutting the shortest parts any shorter?" He started checking how it was cut and kept saying, "Oooooooo and Ohhhhhhhh.'' I finally said, "Just cut it and quit laughing!"

So, I now have a pretty even haircut but it's very short. I can curl the important parts and figure by my class reunion next month, it'll be the length I like. If there's one thing I've learned, it's that hair grows and nobody knows you have a bad haircut unless you tell them.

I'm feeling off today. Yesterday when D put out our pills, I pulled one of his out of my cup. I think he did it again today but I didn't catch it. About half an hour after taking them I got a splitting headache, my tummy is really upset, my skin feels like there are ants inside trying to scratch their way out.

I went back to sleep for a couple of hours hoping to sleep through it and got up a little while ago. I ate some toast and a cherry smoothie. I'm still not up to snuff but feeling a bit better.

I think I'll grab PAW's papers and go find a nice comfy spot on the couch and finish getting the tax stuff together.

I think I've decided I'm just not junkie material. I'm going to stick with my drug of choice being my one thyroid pill in the morning. I'm not enjoying the effects of whatever he gave me this morning. Looks like that's one rehab I'll never have to experience. LOL!