In other news:
- Husband says that my mission statement is too long, but he has ADHD. I'm just saying. And he also told me I'm pretty, so I forgive him for his searing critique. ☺
- I decided to henna my hair some time ago but keep forgetting to order the henna; today I went to do it, and to get the amount I need, it will cost $32. That seems high, but close to what I'd pay in a salon, so, OK. And then I saw that shipping charges were an additional $15. Forget it. I will call the place tomorrow and see if I can have it mailed any way other than priority. Can't they use a flat-rate box? Man.
- Husband says my hair looks perfect. He is a sweetie. And eager to get out of the doghouse.
I keep thinking about something that one of my friends told me: She's started running, and while her weight hasn't gone down all that much, she is slowly losing the flap of skin that hangs over her C-section scar. I don't want to start running (oh, my arthritic knee), but what if I took a vigorous walk on my treadmill every single day? Would I lose my stomach flap? I wonder. I would dearly love to lose my stomach flap.
Good Neighbor Anne points out that it will soon be too cold (and icy) to walk outside, so I need to negotiate peace with my treadmill — we haven't spoken in months. Anyway. I'm thinking about it. I'll let you know how far I get.