I’m a little bit zippy as I type this entry to post in the morning. I met a friend for dinner at Pei Wei and then went to Starbucks for coffee afterwards because we hadn’t used up all of our words at the restaurant and we still had to discuss important things like the tragic news that the “it” colors for fall are purple and grey/gray and neither of those colors do a thing for me.
Ordering at Starbucks always makes me a little nervous. I feel like such a poser when I walk in the door because I don’t go in often enough to have a standard order that just rolls off my tongue.
It’s the same way with hamburgers. I never order them the same way twice in a row. Somedays I feel like mustard and pickle and other days I feel like mayo and tomato. Drives Mr. CPQ crazy. It really adds zest to our marriage.
At any rate, I tried the cinnamon dolce latte and in my desire to keep it relatively healthy, I focused on getting the word “skinny” out of my mouth (and trust me, that’s not a word that gets used a whole lot in my personal little microclimate) and I forgot that the word “decaf” would be equally as important seeing as I was tossing this puppy back at 9:00 at night.
Sadly, I don’t even have anything on Tivo to keep me company tonight while I watch the minute hand rock around the clock. I’m all caught up on back episodes of General Hospital Meet the Press, and the boys’ 115 recorded hours of Max & Ruby and Go Diego Go just aren’t going to cut it.
Speaking of cutting, I’m getting my hair cut, colored, and foiled next week.
Try not to get whiplash from that segue.
I’ve been coloring my own hair to varying degrees of disaster success for the past couple of years, and I’m finally going to bite the bullet and just have a professional take care of it for me. I’m a little bit nervous about it since my hairdresser just got back from Toronto with a new technique that I get to be the guinea pig for that she’s anxious to try on me. She’s used the terms “umbrella pattern”, “caramel” and “violet” in the same sentence, so who knows what it’s going to look like.
Hey, now that I think about it, isn’t “violet” another word for purple?
I guess I’m going to fashionable this fall after all.
Have a nice day.