06 August 2006

Blahg

HB Mr. FL

Welcome home, D & M

First I need to start off by telling you that yesterday I suffered the most terrible personal tragedy a woman could, that doesn't involve someone being sick or dying. My hairdresser told me that he is moving to Boulder. You might think I'm being funny, but it actually brings tears to my eyes when I think about it. I had been seeing him for twenty years. The level of comfort and trust I felt with him-—not just as a stylist but as a person-—are something that is hard to come by.

The big event of the day, overshadowed for me by this news but also the reason for my visit to the salon, was Mr. FizzyLizzy's 20 year high school reunion. (We got mine out of the way last year.) As a spouse it's pretty much a nonevent. As I see it, my only job is to help my husband look good.

This is what I wore:




















We went with another couple, and as it turned out I had gone to Sunday school with several of his classmates at the reunion. So I had a pretty good time. I've had a pretty good time all weekend. We've been child-free for almost 48 hours (soon to end). A taste of life fifteen years from now.

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