I don't know if Wednesday Wanderings is going to become a regular thing or what, but today I don't have anything specific to talk about, so I thought I'd clean out my brain again.
Why would someone think it was a good idea to tell me that my newly-blonde hair makes me look washed out? That I need to go get a tan now? Why? What made her think that was appropriate? I guess she was just being "helpful." Gum-popping Beyotch.
This morning I saw a commercial for Boniva, the osteoporosis drug. Sally Field talks about her poor friend that has to take time out once a week to take her drug, and how Boniva is better because it's only once a month. This makes me curious. Does this friend not take any other medications? Not even a multi-vitamin? Is it that big of a deal to take one extra pill once a week? I take a handful of pills every day, it wouldn't be an inconvenience to toss an extra in there. If those medicines require some extra procedure that truly makes it a hassle, somebody let me know. [Edited to add: Thanks to the Meezer Mom for leaving a comment and clearing up the facts for me. Makes a lot more sense now!]
You know, I was blonde before. I've been blonde for more of my adult life than I've been brunette. Nobody ever thought it made me look washed out. In fact, I think it was the darker hair that made my skin look sallow. I even said so, but nope, she disagrees, I look worse now. Whatever.
I've loved the name Sutton since Sutton Foster won the Tony for Thoroughly Modern Millie. It's been on my list of possible future baby names for a while. Does this mean I have redneck taste? I guess I will drop that one from consideration.
Like I'm gonna go get a tan. At the end of September? When I haven't been in a tanning bed in years? I'm gonna go now? What?
The difference in my two bosses: Boss #1 walks past my office saying "Good Morning," does a double take, comes back, and examines my hair. He asks if it's my natural color, or closer to my natural color than the brunette was. He tells me its a good color for me, not that the brunette was a bad color. He then proceeds to his own office after brewing himself a cup of coffee. Boss #2 walks directly to my office door, listing off tasks (he must have been thinking about it in the car) like they're The Most Crucial Things In the World, using his this-is-very-important tone of voice. He then marches down the hall to his own office, where he buzzes the receptionist and asks her to bring him a cup of tea. He has seen me three times today and still no "Good Morning" or other pleasantry (and no mention of the hair).
That's all I got now. But I will share one of my favorite Daily Kittens, Peshky. He looks so comfy and sweet, I want to squish him. I bet he wouldn't tell me to go get a tan.