Apparently I have been letting myself go. I didn’t realize. I mean, I guess I did but… I didn’t REALLY realize.
MR. BOB NOTICED ME TODAY.
That is how low I have sunk. MR. BOB, people!
Mr. Bob is my children’s bus driver. He is about 700 years old. He is mean. He is cranky. He yells a lot. He is retiring to Phoenix this June. He says he is over the whole kid thing.
So, today, like any other day, I walked my boys to the bus stop. As they were loading on to the bus I noticed Mr. Bob waving his hands about his head. He was looking straight at me. He kept motioning around his head. I just figured he had finally gone stark raving mad.
Then he YELLED out, “Fixed your hair today?”
Oh. My. God.
He was talking to me…. BECAUSE I DID MY HAIR.
“Um, yeah. I got a new job.”
Oh yes he did. He yelled WHOOPIE.
The 700 year old mean-as-a-snake bus driver was excited for me BECAUSE I BRUSHED MY HAIR.
I have nothing else to say.