Flux=Rad. 
I needed a pick-me-up today, so I decided to marvel at how bad my son’s haircut is. I absolutely have an evil side that laughs about the whole ordeal. The good mom in me cried yesterday at the results, though. There really should be a law disabling parents from cutting their children’s hair. If there was, I’d gladly do my time in Mommy Jail.
I just committed the worst possible sin against my son.
I cut his hair.
I’m too ashamed to even show a photo.
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Among other things, I have been puppy-sitting:
My neighbor C. had been wanting a puppy for months, and when her husband deployed, she finally bit the proverbial bullet and went dog-shopping. She arrived home with the little creature you see above: Zoe.
Don’t underestimate her though, because despite her menacing 2 lb. stature, she really packs a punch. This morning she was running around my house scaring the bejeezus out of Sophie. Sophie tried to do the old My Paw is on Your Head Therefore I am the Boss number on her, and when Zoe yelped her high-pitched Get Out of My Face You Menace bark in reply, Sophie pissed herself.
Later, I found Sophie laying under our bed, peeking out at me as I entered the room. She seemed to be asking me if the coast was clear, her great big ears perked up in anticipation of a sudden attack. Just as she started to crawl out from under the bed, Zoe decided to come see what was going on, and once again, dog urine all over the floor.
I don’t mind puppy-sitting at all, and if nothing else, it assures me that I do not need another pet at this time (an argument we have often enough), and that if I do get another pet, it will be 8,000 pounds and unable to bark.
I just started reading my horoscope lately, and I really don’t know why I never did before. Today’s reads:
You have so much going for you, but if you complicate matters you will not gain as much ground. Love and romance are in the picture, so don’t miss out. Spend time with someone special.
So…don’t complicate the romance? Sometimes things aren’t that easy. Yet, I’m the sap that’s sitting at home thinking, “Oh wow this is so right on!”
I also found out that there are a lot of really amazing Libras (or there were, but they’re dead.)
Dwight D. Eisenhower, Mickey Mantle, Truman Capote, George Gershwin, Mahatma Gandhi, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Oscar Wilde, John Lennon, Eugene O’Neill, Bruce Springsteen, John Coltrane are all Libras.
Yes, in case you are wondering, I spent the afternoon alone in the house and all I did was read my horoscope and listen to music. But shit, that’s a pretty good day.
