What is up with this JOB I have thinking that it can take my time away from blogging? Don’t they realize that I have very important things to tell you like that yesterday I cut 11 inches of my hair off. No shit. I’m still shaking from the trauma. It’s not a terrific haircut. What is terrific is that I am currently carrying that 11 inches of hair around in my purse. Gross! I’m giving it to locks of love, so I have an excuse. It isn’t just a weird morbid attachment to my shorn locks.
Also: Pete came home from Alaska last night. I asked him to “bring me something pretty!” and he returned home with 9 pounds of fresh caught, wild Alaskan salmon. It is BEAUTIFUL. So pretty, in fact, that I made him take a picture of me with it. If he can figure out how to unlock the mysterious technology of a digital camera, perhaps I can post it.
OK! Now to work!