If I have to be awake at the crack of dawn, the least the roosters can do is make my coffee for me. I don’t like to wake up before the sun comes up but sometimes you have to do that. Today I have a full schedule – again – and needed an extra hour to get dressed and out of the house to beat the rush hour traffic and get into the office before anyone else. Whew!
You know that crazy week when you wish you could go get a haircut because every single morning you wake up with bad hair and you NEED a haircut, but your schedule is so crazy busy that you can’t even find a way to take 2 hours and go see your hair stylist? Jenny told me today that if I don’t go get my haircut this weekend that she is going to start calling me Lyle Lovett!
That’s funny but it’s so true! Every morning I wake up and my hair is piled high and standing up on top of my head so that I look about 8 inches taller. Seriously! I am loading up with gel, foam and spray to try to keep this wild hair under control, but it goes crazy at night when I’m sleeping.
This weekend is a must for getting my hair cut. I can’t take any more of these Lyle Lovett bad hair days!
After the past several weeks of really nice and warm weather, it has gotten cold here again. We are having a little cold snap. I even had to bring in my potted plants from the front porch to make sure that they did not freeze overnight.
But strangely, the Washington DC area is having a heat wave. They had the temperature go up to almost 90 degrees yesterday. How very strange that a city 600 miles north of us would have temperatures over 20 degrees warmer than us!
This year I think I messed up on the taxes that I signed up for my employer to hold back or there is something wrong in his payroll office. I don’t think he held back enough, so I might end up paying in money to Uncle Sam for the first time in my life. That has me really freaked out.
Everyone else I work with is saying that they had to pay in extra money, too. I wonder if that is just a coincidence or if they are all lying and trying to get sympathy?
Looks like I will have to sit down this weekend and not only figure out how much I owe but also how I am going to come up with the extra money. Ugh. Not looking forward to this at all.
When is the last time you went to an Easter Egg hunt? I don’t have any little kids, so that is not something that I’m into right now. But I wish someone would hold an Easter Egg hunt for grownups. We could be a lot more clever about where we hide the eggs, and the prizes could be a lot more fun, too!