My hair is fabulous and my shoes are untied.

For anyone who showed up here and has not guessed what is going on, I freaked out and moved my blog to author only access to cut myself a break.

In other news, I have been clothes shopping and also visited the beauty parlor to have my hair cut (finally). Like usual, I got ladies gathering around to feel my hair and say how wonderful it is. Yeah, it's because I avoid beauty parlors until they are really necessary, I don't bleach, perm, blow dry, shampoo too frequently or dump beauty parlor products on my head as a matter of course. I think it also has something to do with my brushing habits and my intake of dietary oils rich in Omega 3 fatty acids, but whatever... I liked the lady who did my cut and I will seek her out when I need another.

And what makes me blog today? Well, some things are so fucking funny that I just HAVE to share them somewhere. And it was this conversation that prompted me:

I was listening to Olivia Newton-John and the husband walked in.

He: Is that Olivia Newton-John?

Me: Yeah.

He: I used to have the HUGEST crush on her!!

Me: Really? Me, too!! She is so hot!!

He: She is TOTALLY hot.

Me: She is STILL hot, you know. I'd do her.

He: Huh?

Whatever, ya know? (Don't fuck with me dude. You have NO CLUE about what resides in here and a few minutes of really stark conversation with me would fry your brain worse than it fries mine. Just be glad that Rambo cares to protect you.)

All hail the lovely Olivia: