Michael Flatley

I love my new flat iron. Well, I did love it until today I couldn't remember if I'd turned it off or unplugged it and started to panic. In the end, since all we worker bees are working today, I had to call the dogwalker and ask her to go check to see if I was burning my animals to a crisp. She obliged but seemed a bit confused/exasperated by the request. I don't blame her, I'm not too pleased with myself either. But look how great it works on my hair! Just like I came straight (heh) from the hair dresser!

In other news, I dreamt this morning that I was a resident of Casa Chawazek. Not sure where that came from but we were having fuse issues with the air conditioner and the cat had caught a garter snake and kept threatening to bring it into my bed.

Also, people are stupid, but you knew that.

And, in conclusion, I am a person so by the transitive property...yeah. What's worse than forgetting your camera? Remembering your camera and forgetting the memory card. Yes, yes I did that. I am genius personified.

But damn, doesn't my hair look straight?