As much as I do LOVE the laundromat (and there really wasn’t any sarcasm there, I do like it) I decided to “treat” myself this week and free up a little time by letting them do some of my laundry for me.

My clothes smell like they were worn by a dead French whore.

And now, for picture time. What we have here is a very unfortounate and uneven mohawk as bestowed upon me by either Brighdie or Jenny (aka Slim) in the girls bathroom at Service during lunch. We spent many a lunch hour in there with clippers seeing what horrible, horrible things we could do to my head. The girl looking at me funny is Ali…last I heard she was in Florida. Weren’t the late 80’s great?

Note: this morning I let Jonathan (here’s a picture from his wedding) talk me into turning “comments” on. We’ll see how long this lasts…