Friday night I went grocery shopping.
Then Em came over and she tried to return SimCity for the SNES. We did an temporary exchange, we got that big Mario game set (I can't remember the name now), and she can keep working on her SIMS. She even asked her parents for it for Christmas.
I devoted the rest of the night to getting to level three on Super Mario Brothers Two.
Saturday I laid around for a long long time. Then I finally went out and got my hair cut.
The hair cut went so well. Seriously. I was terrified after my horrific experience last year. The last time I got my hair cut it was July of 2000. I got mad about something while I was at camp so I drove off to the nearest strip mall and asked for a hair cut. I was in a bad mood. The lady was soooooo mean to me. First, she tried to comb my hair. Then she got really mad because my hair is really really curly and I drove there in my convertible with the top down and I was trying to care for twelve ten year old girls and comb their hair... and frankly it was a mess. I hadn't combed my hair in easily a week. I hadn't washed in probably two weeks.
Anyway, she washed my hair and started telling me she had a half a mind to shave my head and I didn't deserve to have hair and blah blah blah. So, I told her I would not pay her to talk to me like that. She offered to cut my hair for free. Well, I can handle insults for a free haircut.
So, ultimately she decided I had to part with at least eight inches of hair. I told her to do whatever it was she wanted to do and make sure she left me with enough hair that I could put it up and forget about it for another few months. My hair was not that long. When she was done, it was just barely long enough for a ponytail.
I was damaged after that. I had been one of those people who gets her hair cut three to four times annually. No more. I went almost 18 months. At first, it was because I was waiting for my hair to grow back. Once it was long enough to get a trim, I decided I was just plain scared of those scissor happy freaks.
Come to think of it, I once kicked a hair dresser when I was little. I didn't want a hair cut, Mom was making me, the lady took off too much. I kicked her. My sister has never, ever let me forget that one. Anytime I bring up something she did that is now embaressing for her, she counters with "mary ann kicked the hair dresser once.".
Anyway, I got my hair cut. The lady was so nice. She said mean things about the last lady to cut my hair. For the first time ever, the hair dresser did not tell me how to make my hair less coarse, less tangly, or have "better" curls. She just cut my hair. The way I asked her to. I forgot to get her name though. I'm going back there. I was very pleased.
So, that was Saturday. More or less. I can't think of anything else I accomplished on Saturday. I thought there was more. Apparently I was wrong. Oh! I got to level four in Super Mario Brothers Two.
Sunday it took me a really long time to get motivated. I got to level five in Super Mario Brothers Two. I'll try to remember to keep everyone updated when I get to level six. It's a really hard game.
Then I cleaned up the clothes on the bathroom floor and put them in the empty hamper.
The bathroom is officially the neatest room in the house...