Huh

Apparently it's so hot that they're sending kids home early. Fortunately -

- heh, I swear to you my boss, who has no idea I was writing this, just called out "No, you can't go home early because it's hot!" Hee hee hee -

Anyhoo, fortunately here the AC is finally working, so yay. Now the biggest problem of my summer life is my hair. I'm having angst about this. On the one hand my hair looks fabulous. It's just long enough that the curls are soft and wavy and at any given moment I have that wonderful JF look, and frankly at least one part of my body should be able to enjoy that kind of state even if the rest of me isn't.

OTOH hair! Lots of it! EVERYWHERE! Soooooooooo heavy! I'm going nuts.

Now, granted, I can slap it back in French braids and ponytails and the like, but then I'm missing out on the whole purpose of keeping it long in the first place. On the other other hand, if I cut it shorter it'll go all poodle-y and poofy, esp given how humid it gets in the summertime.

It doesn't help that my usual hairdresser always cuts it too short anyway. I forgive her this as she cuts well and the hair always grows out nicely (witness its current, albeit heavy, beauty). Still... I am torn. Perhaps this is the time for me to seek out a new hairdresser and find out if there could possibly be an in-between stage.

The problems of my life, eh what?

Because it bears repeating....

...my tomato plant smells like tomatoes 8)

It's also twice as big as it was when I bought it. I'm so proud! Though I do feel a bit like Snidely Whiplash as I tie it to the pole that helps it to stand up. Either that or like my plant is Joan of Arc and I'm about to bust out a Zippo.

Beyond that it's a quiet night here in the land of Siam. I'm more-or-less taking a mental break having taken care of a few fiddly things that needed taking care of. I can also cheerfully report that the fudge pops have been tasting better and better each time I try them. So either the flavor mellows out or I'm acquiring a taste for the bittersweet chocolate.