Where's the 'FUN' in that???

Additional note- Hershey's sucks!!!

There I was about to unwrap a tasty treat to cheer my otherwise dull afternoon in the form of a 'funsize' (which always hit me as being the worst kind of oxymoron anyway) pack of Milk Duds.

The small box suggested that there would be either one of two outcomes:

1- It was filled to bursting with teeny weeny milk duds...
2- It has at least 5 in there..

No, this is not the case.

As if the midget sized box isn't insult enough as the fun part of your 'fun sized' tea break... it contains ONE FREAKING MILK DUD????

If I were a kid on Halloween, I'd stamp back to the house of the person that gave me that little 'treat' and egg the bugger!!!

They ought to change their wording to something more suitable:

- Atkins Diet Sized
-Third World Portion Sized

or how about,

-Supermodel Sized??

That ought to get the teeny boppers buying their microscopic wares.

Good grief, as if life isn't depressing enough, they take the ONE thing we enjoy that has NO nutritional value at all and ruin it!!!

I had to eat 14 boxes just to make a real portion...

Hair Today...

YES, the rumors are true!!! I have indeed gotten my long awaited haircut!!!

By true grace and frankly, I am sure some good karma that I was previously missing out on; I have found my new full time stylist!!!

As they say the the local renaissance fair- HAZAAAA!!!

Jenny mentioned that she had gotten her hair cut at a salon close to where I/ we live but being the skeptic I am and having had bad experiences with one ex-receptionist's stylist, it took me a little while to pluck up the courage to make the appointment.

Originally, man in tow (for moral support and a simultaneous cut so he can't laugh if mine goes wrong) I had tried for a walk- in. This is what I call Kamakazi Hairdressing!!! Where you just 'go for it' by walking in and demanding a choppy chin-bob in a single sentence... Before you know it, you are in that chair and the hair is covering your jeans!!

This leaves NO time to panic about the outcome and doing endless and seemingly random searches on Google Images for Just-The-Right-Cut which does not exist anyway and will not turn out to be exactly the same as what you get regardless. I have never heard of a master (hairstyle) forger...

However, I ended up having to book because getting a walk in on a Saturday is like asking a stranger for a kidney- apparently. This is according to the snooty 19-yeal old cow on the reception at Hair Color Experts that was so busy she was barely able to put down her People magazine and double fat free latte...

So we caved and resorted to booking and of course I panicked for days leading up to it beating my record for the most visits to Google in one sitting.

Anyway, I am pleased and proud to say that I TAKE BACK EVERYTHING I said about US hairdressers!!! That's right, I have found a woman that can Point Cut!!! She was amazing and I was left with the hair equivalent of an indistinguishable Grand Master forgery the likes of which I have not seen in a LONG time!!!

For those of you not up on cutting technique by the way. Point Cutting is where they take vertical chunks of hair and kinda cut in a jabbing, snippy motion with the points of the scissors. This creates a jagged and textured effect but is not taught on the US certification syllabus unless you train under a master such as Vidal Sassoon, etc.

It was amusing really because as I was shaking in the chair while she cut the notoriously difficult graduated bob with her scissors stuck in the blunt cut (or I should say; bushy and big) position and might I just add- looking rather like an oompa loompa with this pointy bob thing, I figured the worst. However, she must have seen my face because she encouraged that 'it's alright, I'll POINT CUT the rest of the style out'. Yes, I thought I had finally gone schizophrenic and was hearing things!!! Then the grip changed, the scissors moved and the layers were lifted.

Some people search for that one thing their whole lives... Call it kismet but I have finally found the LAST item on my list of things I was missing from the UK. Sure, the yanks might not cook the best chips and getting a mutton pie with green liquor is impossible but dammit, I found a chick that point cuts and at $35 a pop!!

Now all I have to do is work on my wardrobe...