Rainy Night Ruminations on Boxing Day

The inhumanity of it all!

Hi G-Fans!

Can you believe the concierge is allowing on this picture on the blog?  My hair was more wild than the picture reflects.  But, I think you get the idea!

Awful.

And on Boxing Day!

Trauma.

Anyway,

Enough about my hair, let's get to my day.

What a day!

This morning was mild out and now it is raining with an expectation of one foot of snow by morning.  Bu,t then the meteorologist said we are going to get just flurries and then more rain.  So, we will see.   I like snow way better than rain.  As you can see, rain is no good for my 'do.

So, the day after Christmas and I finally see the manicurist, earologist, pestologist, parasitetologist, but not the cosmotologist, proctologist or the dental hygienist.  All in an hour!  In fact, all of us received the same treatments in the span of an hour.  Wow.

Now, through the grapevine I have heard disturbing news.

I have been informed that the cover picture of my new book, "Notes from Grace", that I resembled a Bedlington Terrier.

A BEDLINGTON TERRIER?!?!

Seriously?

I can see an Irsih Wolfhound, perhaps.

Or, maybe a poodle who has had her hair straightened.

But a Bedlinton??  Really??

Too much to consider.

I suppose if one was delirious with a fever it would be excusable.  But I don't think much else will a forgivable faux pas!

That's like asking a female human when the baby is due and she isn't pregnant.

It is just not done.

And it is just not OK.

Not!!  O!! K!!!

Capisce?

Comprende?

I will pretend from here on in that I never heard about the statement.  But if it is brought up again.... there will be serious trouble.  Serious!!

So, enough said.

May your mouth never know what your foot tastes like.... and if it does, may you be wearing clean socks!

TTFN!

-G