Grapevine

It finally got back to me that someone in my mother's group was making negative comments about my hair, of the "Why would she do that"? sort.

Well, why wouldn't I? I like it, and there's not really a downside. Maybe I'm having a midlife crisis or something, but this is pretty tame stuff.

My real bravery is leaving the kidlet asleep on my bed and hanging out and doing chores. He's shown no evidence of wanting to dive off the bed head first in at least a mnth, but it still makes me nervous. He's sleeping in there a looong time, probably because he's under the weather but also probably because I haven't been in there bugging him.

I miss corporate gifts. I am totally jonesing for David's Cookies, and Joseph Schmidt truffles and Harry and David fruit and calendars with gorgeous food porn all over them.