When I was young it meant I would reply to the question, “What do you do?”
With this: “Laundry.”
Yesterday a friend dropped by and said, “I like you hair like that.”
A lovely compliment to which I replied, “That’s the way it comes out of my head.” Completely ignoring the fact that it’s silver, not blonde—and the only time she’s ever seen me (and yes, I’ve known her for ten years) I have heated, ironed, or pulled my hair as straight as I can get it.
It means if a dirty dish is left in the sink I am liable to hunt down the culprit and make their imminent and perilous fate abundantly clear.
Furthermore, I will hurl invective at any and all objects that thwart my purpose. Especially the computer. And often my iPhone, which I believe is possessed of the malignant spirit of Steve Jobs. Mister Lester has been known to pry the phone from my wrathful little fist, crooning gently, “Let me just reboot that for you, sweetheart…”
Considering my last post, this might give you a bit of a fright. But really I behave very well in public. And if your book club meets the second week of the month just hand me a sugary, carbonated, caffeinated beverage and all will be well.
I’m taking a couple days off from the blog.
Be well and be happy!
Vickie
You, too, Vickie 🙂
To hell with this book club idea 😉 . WE should get together over some tall cool icy drinks (an maybe a cool rag for the neck) and commiserate about the transformative fifties.
Hear, hear!
Don’t worry Vickie, that sounds like me almost every day! Have a relaxing few days off and whup those hormones!
I do believe the hormones are whupping me! xox, V
Thanks for taking the time to read my blog and liking several of the posts. I was pushing a bit on the Ben Stiller item, but it was all genuine and true. I continue to enjoy your photos and stories about the days of old Hollywood.
Mr. M, may I send you an email to the address associated with this comment? It would be my pleasure to send you a copy of the novel, it’s by no means serious, but I think you might get a charge out of it.
Thanks for the kind thought. After seeing all the chatter and some excerpts, I enjoy seeing the whole thing together. Please send.–Lanny
I don’t own an iphone or “smart” phone of any kind, just for that reason. They don’t make my life easier. Friends tell me I’ll get one and start wondering how I ever lived without it; that I’ll suddenly *need* to take videos of every cute puppy I see, and sent to Facebook every picture I take of my drinks or my feet or myself in the bathroom mirror. I tell them it’s a good thing I’m not on Facebook either, and get a really puzzled look from them, as though I just sprouted a second head.
I’m already an insomniac (it’s ten to one in the morning where I am right now) and I don’t need these devices to make me more of one. I have to question how much they *needed* the things they can’t do without their iphone for now in the first place. I look at 95% of the apps for phones and wonder why I would ever want to do those things. GPS is nice, if you’re walking, and workout stuff for exercising maybe, though I’ve heard it’s not accurate. And that’s about it. Contrary to what’s implied by this post, I don’t need to put my comments on giant walls for everyone else to read twenty times a day. Like, who the @%&#**&! cares?
Off to bed…Have an appointment to see Ötzi the Iceman tomorrow and I can’t keep him waiting. He might defrost in this heat.
And how was our ancient and revered Ötzi? I am very envious!
Stiff. Kind of chilly. Not a warm guy at all.
I must say…I utterly love your curls. And find them utterly you. But perhaps I am a wee bit biased… 😉
Gros bisous.
You are totally biased! And I love you for it 🙂 !
*bisous!*
You straightened those curls!!!!
Frequently! Although when my silver roots are growing out it’s best to leave it curly…more camouflage.
You made me laugh. I used to have to iron the curls out of my best friend’s hair in our younger years. One of the strangest acitivities I have ever done!
Camouflage which isn’t needed… you are lovely whichever way and whatever color your hair is! (What’s that noise? It sounds like someone retching! VICKIE, HOW RUDE, STOP PUTTING YOUR FINGERS DOWN YOUR THROAT LIKE THAT! BWAHAHAHAHA!)
Echoing others, I love your curls.
I don’t know… What do you think of this as a pen name: Mopsy Lester? 😉 !
Yep, love the curls. Awesome!
Merci, Mme. Marcheline!
You look divine and tousled, my dear.
I attack my silver with blue-black dye; I use Feria, because they use young and tiny models in their commercials. So ridiculous of them; it’s like a slap in the face – when I use their product it’s like I’m slapping them right back.
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