and where is my peanut butter? Some days, everything becomes an issue. I put by favorite Jif Natural into my vanilla yogurt every day. So what happened to it? Damn these things irritate me to no end. I just can't seem to put things where they belong nor do I remember where I set them. And.. two bags of red grapes, both sour.
I went to Sally Beauty to see if they had a gray hair brightening shampoo for Carole and the sweet gal working (new employee I learned) asked me nicely if I wanted to become a member of their club to obtain a discount on all my purchases for hair care. I said "look at me. Do I look like I buy products for and take care of my hair? I come in once a year for a stronger magnifier so I can pluck those wires on my lip." She lost it. Thought she was going to need a panty liner.
The cheap person's selfie ... a Canon digital camera and a mirror.
But still sharp enough to see my roots. Wearing a hair band is my version of the male comb over. The extra wide band hides the top roots and the rest of the hair comes forward to hide the side roots. A brown Sharpie touchup above the bangs and I'm good to go. I wonder if a swipe of my ink pad would work.
Back to working on 1739 and loving the 35 count's look. I'm sorry to say the ponies never made it to their feed sack. I may tell you about it one day, but not until I find the peanut butter.
Join me in a Day of the Snark won't you?