Metamorphosis

Yesterday was my last day of work.  Burdened by boxes containing my personal items, I bid my colleagues farewell and endured a final commute home.  Upon my arrival I opened the door and was immediately greeted by a pile of vomit nearly as large as its feline depositor.  As I lowered my familiar work items to the kitchen counter and reached for the paper towels, it would have been difficult for anyone to miss the symbolism (or the odor).  A chapter of my life draws to a close while another begins.  Trading the paycheck for the body fluids.  Last week I got my obligatory New Mom Haircut.  Some of you may know what I'm talking about.  The "I must simplify my life!" haircut that's quickly followed by the "I never needed a hairdryer and a curling iron before!" regret.  I had in mind something funky and maintenance-free and I shared this with my hairdresser, who, apparently having heard only "blah blah blah baby", promptly transformed me into Florence Henderson.  Actually, it's not that bad.  But it certainly would look better on someone who's more comfortable in elasticized waist bands and knee-highs than me.  Clearly I have some clothes shopping to do before our trip!

Comments

[Grandma Pam]

Oh! Candy you look adorable with short hair, and it will grow.Not that it's any consolation, I'm sure it looks cute and whatis my son doing with his hair thse days?
Tell Chris he said he would call so remind him please.Have a safe and wonderful trip.
Love Pam