Grab a chair and a couple of root beers...

I did not sleep well last night. The poor Husbandly One tossed and turned most of the night, and therefore, I spent a lot of it curled up against his side with my chin digging a hole in his chest, chatting and making him laugh. I know, sounds an odd way of spending a night when someone is restless, but THO needed distraction in a big way, and for once, sex wasn't going to do it.

Why, you ask? Well, he got his hair cut yesterday, very short, and afterwards, he got progressively grumpier, and grumpier, and shorter, until it was bedtime, and I thought he was just tired and cranky, he'll just pass out and wake up tomorrow in a much better mood, right?

Nope. He was... upset about his hair!!

Even though he complained constantly that it felt like a wet mop on his head, it was heavy, and it's been so damn hot that it was like wearing a blanket on his head, he was more attached to it than he realized. He liked having it, and realized that it made him different, and he liked that, too. It made him rather a standout in this town, and he'd rather enjoyed that. And he liked our little ritual in the mornings of my getting up to put his hair in a ponytail before work.

I told him if I had known that, I would never have encouraged him to go ahead and get it cut. Yes, you read that right, I did. He was so miserable and hot and uncomfortable, well... what would y'all have done?

So... I made the appointment, and he thought he would be happy with it, but he said it didn't sink in how much he had liked it and just enjoyed having long hair until it was gone, and so I hugged him and said, "Well, now you understand how I feel sometimes when I get my hair cut and realized it was the Wrong Thing To Do."

"Yeah," he said sadly.

"Well," I said finally, "we already know your hair grows incredibly fast. In fact, I'm jealous of how fast your hair grows! So, by this time next year, your hair will be where it was today. And what will you be doing?"

"Just getting the dead ends trimmed off!" he said firmly.

*does a happy dance at the thought of long hair on THO again*

In the meantime, I'm getting mine trimmed and evened out today. Yes, I'm going to go ahead and let it grow out. He quivered his chin at me and did the tear-filled eyes thing, saying, "Please don't cut your hair! If I had not cut mine, I could bear you cutting yours short but right now, please don't cut it all off! I'll help you take care of it!"

*pause*

Okay, I'm back from getting my hair cut. Wanna see it? Do you? Do you really? Okay, here's a really bad Photobooth photo of me...




Yep, pretty much just look the same. Same ol' hair, same ol' freckles, same ol' purple shirt... I really need to get some new clothes, seriously.

In other news, got the results of Monday's blood tests back, and I don't have... mono. Okaaaaay....

Apparently, I just have a pissy little virus that doesn't want to let go, and I just have to let it... run its course.

And don't y'all know I'm just thrilled about that! So, I'm going to curl up in bed and spend some time with Lord Peter Wimsey. Actually, I started Murder Must Advertise at about 3 a.m. I'll probably finish it today and start on Gaudy Night.

Oh, and we rented "Knowing" yesterday. All I can say is... I'm glad we didn't pay full price to see it in the theater!! As it was, we enjoyed making fun of it as we watched it. I am sure the flaming moose is going to make itself a part of family jokes for years to come!!

Okay, off to bed for me!!

So, I finally had enough yesterday and called the doctor, making an appointment. I was a little tired of the up and down, I feel great one day, feel lousy the next roller coaster, you know? I felt great while it was raining, because all the pollens and molds were down. Molds are still down but two of my big Achille's heels where tree pollens are concerned are exploding right now, and Auntie is one miserable little ball of woe.

So, the PA listened to my lungs, which are mostly clear except for a suspicious little rattle in the left, so... I'm on antibiotics. And I got a steroid shot. Why? Well, I've had pneumonia more times in the last three years than I've ever had in my life and you know, I just don't want to go there again, if I can prevent it!

And yes, I had my pneumonia vaccination last year. They last five years.

Didn't stop me from getting it again. Besides, the shot only prevents the bacterial kind of pneumonia, not the viral.

Anyhow, I've had my steroid shot (which I hate, by the way, but not as much as I hate the Medrol pack!), and should be perking up today. This would be good, because the kitchen needs some serious excavating cleaning.

I am also considering cutting my hair very, very short. Why, you ask? Well... it's very thin, and very straight now, and... driving me up the proverbial wall. It's so fine now (because all the curly hair is gone) that it flies up constantly, and on dry days, it's alive with static, clinging to everything and it makes my face ITCH!!

And y'all, it is a sad, sad day when you look down to pet your cat and instead of the cat's hair sticking to YOU... you find YOUR hair... sticking to your CAT!!

Yes, I know, poetic justice and all, and Yuki looked mightily affronted about it. Still, there it is, and the only thing that has kept me from having it all cut off are the Husbandly One's hurt looks whenever I mention it. He likes it when I have long hair. And I admit, I like being able to braid it and get it out of the way. But... long hair only works when it STAYS ATTACHED TO YOUR HEAD!!

So... I'm thinking about it. But if y'all hear a man's pathetic wail from down our way, y'all will know Auntie went and cut it all off.

... we'll see.

So, the tub drain, and the bathroom sink drain have been very, very... slow. Clogged, even. And I suspected child involvement. I mean, let's face it, we have a seven year old boy who is extremely curious... and inventive. There's that whole, "where does it go?" and "what will happen if I put A in B?" thing going on. It's not a huge stretch of the imagination to suspect that the Impossible Son might have had something to do with it, especially where the tub is concerned. After all, he's still at the filling the tub with toys stage. Boats, cars, tanks, fish... trains.

Yeah, when I see a train, I immediately think, "yes, that goes in the water!" too.

Anyway, THO kept saying he would fix it, look at it, etc, etc, and it wasn't that he didn't, it's just... he's busy and... I'm not as busy. So, finally, yesterday, I thought, fine, I'll look at the tub drain, because I could kinda see something stuck in there, and figured it was one of the little oojahs from Mr. Happy Tub's toys. Unfortunately, the doohicky that one uses to plug the drain does not come off, and thus, I cannot remove it, not without damaging it. So, I got creative and used a forceps, and a hook to nab the little ... thing... which turned out to be a Breathe-Right strip, and I thought, okay, I now know where the last one from the last box went, because we don't buy this particular type any more. And as I tugged it out, something else came with it.

Hair. Massive amounts of hair. Massive amounts of long, reddish-brown hair.

The Husbandly One has dark brown hair, with silver mixed in.

Miss Priss has light reddish-brown hair, and it's short.

Mr. Manzie has light reddish-brown hair... and it's very, very short.

Now, admittedly, some of the gooey masses of hair I fished out were quite old, but the majority of it was recent. Very recent.

I knew my hair was thinning again. I just didn't think it was that bad.

Should I even bother to tell you what happened when I started working on the bathroom sink drain?

*sigh*

I was going to let my hair grow out, because I really miss being able to just braid it and go when I don't feel like bothering with it, or pulling it back in a fox-brush when I'm working. And braiding it at night so it doesn't get in my face and bother me. However, if this hair-falling-out thing is going to become something regular, then I won't bother. I'll just go cut it short again. And this time, I don't think I can blame my thyroid.

Excuse me while I have a childish temper tantrum.

THIS IS SO FRUSTRATING!!!!!!

Oh well, at least both drains are now cleared and working. Amazing what a little baking soda, white vinegar, and boiling water will achieve. Liquid Plumber, eat your heart out.

Yay, rah. Go me.

*makes a rude noise and goes to mope in the corner*