Cafe Two Door invited us over on Saturday night for a going-away party.  Cafe Two Door (our neighbor and friend) and her husband are leaving for a 6 month sabbatical.  I'm trying to be happy for them but she is Fairfax's favorite person.  Besides D1, of course.  Every time we approach Cafe Two Door's house, Fairfax tugs at the leash and races up her driveway.  Not sure what this is all about except that Cafe Two Door lets Fairfax do anything he wants and says her brain turns to mush when she holds him.  I don't know how either of them are going to survive until her return in late summer.

Saturday morning I finally went to see my hairdresser after canceling two Saturdays in a row.  My hair, always a frizzball and thicker than any human should have to deal with, keeps growing in gray.  I go, they "fix it" and 4 weeks later, I'm old again.  I hate the process, hate myself for being so shallow and faithfully show up every month. 

So there I was, chatting with my hairdresser, an incredibly patient woman with four boys and a new puppy, when my phone began singing:

I know what you want
I know what you need
But I'm going to screw it up
'Cause I'm an idiot and
I'm your boyfriend . . .


(I know it's immature)

Cafe Two Door was calling, probably to make sure I was coming.  But no.  She said, "You're bringing Fairfax, right?"

Such a party animal.



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