The Blog Formerly Known As Practical Paralegalism
A former significant other asked me that rather a lot. You know, a lot for a question that sounds a bit hypercritical, or perhaps just helpful. I’m sure he meant to be helpful and improve my personal hygiene.
What’s the answer to that question? I dunno. For sure, I don’t even carry a brush or comb with me. Wait, that sounds like I’m lacking in personal hygiene. We’ll talk about my OCD shower habits in another post.
My hair has the consistency and thickness of straw that has been sucked dry by peroxide and then seared by those antique curling irons that had to be heated in the fireplace. Um, that really happened to it in the 80s, although the curling irons were electric. I got them stuck in my hair quite often, and usually looked like I’d just been struck by lightning. Brushing my straw hair still makes me look like someone electrocuted a cat.
I’m grateful these days for Mitch Clean Cut Styling Cream (just product love, not review or sponsorship) that lets me play with my hair, kinda of like Play-doh, and make it stick out in points, or smash into waves.
I’m down to two weeks in a real office job, guys. We’re down to two weeks until The Teen is admitted to the hospital to start the bone marrow transplant. So, two weeks until I start suffering from all kinds of adjustment disorder, right? I’m already squirrelly as hell. But we are so hopeful for a cure. We’ll get through this as a family, no matter what, but we suspect it will be a battle of epic proportions that we have absolutely no ability to imagine right now, no matter how many education classes we’ve attended or parent handbooks we’ve read over and over. So we’re also planning two more weeks with as much fun and food packed in as possible.
Anyone who’d like to keep up with The Teen can do so via her CaringBridge site, keeceesunnysite. We’d love to hear from you.