Before And After

Do you like my hat? Target shopping bags make nice hats if you want to deep condition your hair. It was fine until I decided to wash my car in front of the house. The neighbors must wonder about me, if they didn't already. Oh, how I suffer in the name of beauty.

This is after the bag comes off. This is why women spend so much time on hair and make up.

Last night was the awards banquet at work and my dad was my date. He's the only person I know who isn't afraid of my driving. In fact, he praised me for being a good driver. I'm careful and not aggressive, but if I see the opportunity to have some fun, I take it. As a former fighter pilot, he appreciates a little thrill now and then. Like father, like daughter.

The dinner and show was nice, professionally done and must have cost a ton of money. There were over 600 people present and I saw fewer than five people that I know. I'm sure glad that I had my dad there to talk to.

I wore what was going to be my divorce dress. It was the sexiest dress I could find that would still be appropriate for court. It says, "Eat your heart out, bastard." The day of the hearing was freezing cold, so I wore something else instead. The dress worked out fine for the dinner last night, although it was once again just a dress, not a message to anyone.

I'm nursing a hangover today. I didn't drink that much and was never impaired, but I have such a low tolerance for alcohol, that even two glasses of wine has made me sick. Just the thought of alcohol makes me gag. Or maybe I got food poisoning. Thinking of that mushy fish also makes me want to wretch . And there was that unpleasant episode in the bathroom. Either way, I still have to go to work today, so it's going to be a dry toast and crackers day.