About an hour later I awoke to find that it was 7:30! I have to leave my apartment by 7:45 to have any chance of making it to work on time. In my half-waking I had forgotten that I re-set my alarm to go off not at 7am, but 6:45. I hopped into a 2 minute shower, dressed quickly, fed the cats, scooped kitty litter, and packed my lunch. It was a frantic rush, but I made it out in time, caught a train to make my connection to Evanston, then waited. The train to Evanston was a good 10 minutes late. Had I know that was going to happen, I would have done something to my hair. Instead, I put it into a pony tail.
My mother likes to call me "pony tail ponytail girl" whenever I pull my hair back like that. For a while, it was what I did nearly every day. My only excuse is that it is easy and my curls are unwieldy. Lately I have been making an effort to "do" my hair, despite the fact that I often think I look like a cocker spaniel in an insane asylum (especially on humid days).
"Pony tail pony tail girl" is bad enough, but for a couple of years my dad insisted that I looked like Don Johnson or Steven Segal (I'm not sure which of those two is worse). My parents are totally weird.
Steven Segal is worse, ponytail, ponytail girl.
ReplyDeletei meant which was worse between steven and don!
ReplyDeleteI am addressing you that is what the comma is for, ponytail ponytail girl. Since you did not understand my first comment - STEVEN SEGAL!
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