Hey, I'm Having Fun
Hmmm, shall I show you what I did today? Or should I be cruel like Darlene and drag it out? It's not that dramatic, really. But there are lots of other things I could talk about. I could talk about how I got lost on the way there, since they have half the streets blocked off downtown. But more because I halfway forgot how to get there and which street you had to park from and hair guy Keith had to call and guide me in like a homing pigeon. Or the particularly humiliating story of how I flipped a particular U-turn and then noticed the cop coming up the street behind me. After that I saw cops every street I went on; I swear it was the same one following me. Probably laughing at me.
Or I could talk about my day at work. I thought I was going to be late but I wasn't really. I am so proud of Limited Brands, they've instituted a matching program for employees to donate for the hurricane relief. My colleagues kept talking to me for a little bit and then double-taking, "Did you dye your hair?" Plus Tammy told me at the end of my four hours manhandling boxes that I did a "Good job today, Nettie, a great job."
Are you still reading this? I'm very good at talking about nothing. Everyone tells me I never shut up. Maybe you should just scroll down and look at the picture. But then, maybe there isn't one. Maybe it is just a cruel joke and I'm making you hunt for it. Why do you want to see my hair, anyway? It's subtle. It's not blaringly red, it just looks darker until you catch the right light. And I just got a little off, really. It had grown, obviously, but it's just above my shoulders now. If I describe it enough, will that satisfy you? OK, OK, I know it won't. You're going, "Shut up, Nettie, and show us the picture already." I am getting tired of writing like this; I feel like I'm slipping into Austin's voice. So here you go. Now tell me how cute I am.