So, yesterday, realizing that my beautiful purple hair was now lavender--I had only washed it three times in that last week and it was almost gone--I asked Mom to mention it to Renee when she had her hair done, and hope that she would redo it.

I mean, it's not peroxide dye, it is colour that washes out, but in twenty shampoos, not three, and I think that the fact that my bathwater was dark purple every time I bathed was the big clue that this stuff just wasn't sticking.

Either that or I was juiced without my knowledge. Like Violet Beauregard.

So, yesterday afternoon I went back and for re-purpling. It was so dark when it was done that it looked like a mistake, but that gives me some room to wash some of it off. Which I will have to do soon, because when I got up this morning, my pillowcase was purple and everytime I scratch my head it looks like I have been at my fingers and my nails with the food colouring.

Before the pumping of the purple, I drove out to the airport to see Andi and Family.

"You live near the airport? Why?"
"It's cool near the airport."
"Living near the airport isn't cool!"
"No, I mean in temperature!"

I was looking forward to meeting Stu, Andi's husband, because he reads this page and had become a Fan. He didn't gaze at me and sigh and bat his eyes or anything, but Andi said that the thrill of meeting a big ol' celebrity such as myself definitely changed his behaviour. As is only natural.

So me and Andi and Stu and the kidling, Marshall, went to the House of Pancakes for lunch. I was given a choice of places to eat, Mexican and stuff, but my eyes lit up at the mere thought of the Breakfast Sampler, and there we went.

Marshall, who is three, got a chocolate chip pancake with a smiley face made out of whipped cream and cherries that he gazed upon in joy and refused to eat at all. However, when we got up to leave, he decided that he was simply famished, and all he wanted in the wide world was to eat that chocolate chip pancake. And he started proclaiming this wish at the top of his little lungs. When we had gotten outside, he flung his body against the glass door, weeping and beating on it with his fists.

I practically fell on the sidewalk with laughter. My favourite part of the whole thing was the mental image of the people in the restaurant discussing amongst themselves in horror That Bad Mother pulling her starving child away from his plate.

"I gave you 4.7 seconds to eat that food young man, and now the window of opportunity had closed. Perhaps we will feed you again next week. Now go home and get back into your dungeon!"

Then, after locking him in his manacles, That Bad Mother left the house and went out for coffee with me and Sally Ann! Good mothers stay by their children's side until their eleventh birthday. Everyone knows that.

We sat outside Starbucks at a cafe table in our sunglasses and felt very Continental. Or maybe that was just me.

It's days like this where I really wish that I lived in LA and could see these people all the time. Of course, then I probably never would see them, because I could anytime!

Did you ever dye your hair purple? Okay, that can't be the question, or no-one will answer. Did you ever dye your hair a colour not found in nature?

And we are still talking about Disneyland, and what we got for Christmas.

Today's horoscope:
Careful planning can lay out a great itinerary for pleasure. Make reservations; map out your course and look ahead for best results.

One year ago today:
Coffey's Beauty Parlour, Hair Washed and Set--Tumors Removed.

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