Who knew that posting pictures of possible haircuts could generate so many comments ;) As I mentioned in response, I showed the pictures to The Daughter who nearly burst into tears and insisted that I could not, absolutely could not, cut my hair off... she insisted that I would look like a boy and that it would be positively "not okay" with her. She did, however, tell me that it was okay to cut it to my shoulders. Not that I listen to a near-6 year old or anything. I have yet to make an appointment because my life is too crazy... and I'm still thinking it over to be honest.

I didn't get to practice on Wednesday. It was never in the plans as I had to be in Irvine for a client meeting all day. The Husband and I carpooled which was interesting and sort of intimate. The client meeting was horrendous and a cess pool of potential failure. Truthfully, I really like what I do but, man, these situations can be really frustrating since I have little control over it and all the responsibility. Fortunately, my ladies holiday also showed up and so I could release the guilt of not practicing :)

Just as fortunate since I had to be on a literal school bus this morning at 8am. The Son begged me (and I mean that literally) to go on his field trip to the science center with him today. I didn't want to do it. I have too much work to do, a huge demo to 6 E-level executives at 8am tomorrow that I'm not even halfway prepared for (and yes, it is 10:22pm as I type and, yes, I am not halfway done yet)... but I couldn't say no. I teach yoga for The Daughter weekly but do very little in terms of volunteering for third grade and so I went. The third graders were awfully excited to ride the school bus. We have no bus program here in our school district so all kids, all grades (elementary through high school) are driven, carpooled or walk to school. The idea of being on a school bus is so novel and, apparently, the most exciting thing to happen to most of them, including The Son, all year. I can't say I was as excited. I seem to remember those old green rubber seats ripped up, with the sticky balls of goo the seats are made out of becoming fuel for some sort of "bus seat goo" fight... but perhaps I just don't remember being 9. I was surprised that my son was the only one with a parent chaperoning who also wanted me to sit next to him on the bus. We saw the Mars IMAX movie which was pretty good, saw some science exhibits and played in the park before taking the bus back again.

I had to skip dog training tonight... there was just no way... my demo is at 8am and I'm not done with it... haven't rehearsed it (I hope I am as good as I think at doing things on-the-fly) and I'm getting sick and have a scratchy throat.

Ah, life... it's good, isn't it?