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Haircut!

By Jess
A salon haircut is one of the few feminine privileges I truly enjoy. I love getting my hair washed and cut and it's fun that the hairdresser takes the time I never will to style it. There's something about those magical elixirs that when wielded by a pro elicit results this amateur can only dream of actualizing. It looked really nice -- just a few inches shorter, but a light, breezy style. The downer was that I couldn't stand the fog of product fragrance that enveloped my head, noticeable with every motion. I had to wash it out, didn't blow-dry it, and now it just looks... normal.

For dinner, I made cream of leek and potato soup, using tofu instead of cream. I found a loaf of Roasted Garlic bread on the day old rack at the grocery store -- delicious as crostini. I hope the vegetarian meal begins to make up for our splurge the night before: Paul got some good news at work and we celebrated my devouring 7/8 of a wheel of baked brie.

My mother called last night and encouraged me to tune into "American Idol", primarily because Kenny Rogers -- a childhood favorite -- was advising the singers for "country week". I saw a pretty solid half hour of the show -- more than I've ever seen before. I found the process to be rather interesting, but all the hype ruins a lot of its appeal for me. I don't think I'll be home tonight to tune in, but I am a little curious to see how the "second night" goes, so I can say I've had a microcosmic viewing experience. I'm also curious about which song Kenny Rogers will be performing. Probably not "Coward of the County".

Comments

Anonymous said…
I used to know that pleasurable feeling of someone else washing my hair. Its not just a femine thing.

So what was the exciting news that generated the feeding frzeny?

And hey...about Kenny Rodgers: was is just us, or does it not look like he went to the same plastic surgeon as Burt Reynolds?
9:09 PM
Jess said…
That's IT! Kenny Rogers (who I keep wanting to type "Kenny G") looked EXACTLY like Burt Reynolds. How sad....
9:50 PM
Anonymous said…
A tad too critical of poor Kenny. His voice is still OK, and much better than Mandisa's when it comes to soulful country. Too much smilin', too many blessings and prayers, not enough country.
8:30 PM
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