1) A co-worker complimented my hair this week. My response was, “I blow-dried it!” Seriously, the only time my hair has been blow-dried since last summer is when I’ve been to a salon. When I discovered my hair looks okay when it’s >wavy and air-dried, I put my blow-dryer away and forgot about it. But last Saturday night when I was planning to go out, I randomly decided to take it out from underneath the sink and straighten my hair — and I’ve continued to do so all week (well, except for today, because it’s pouring rain outside and my hair is going to be affected no matter what I do).
2) Once I found out my male office-mate and his wife (who is six months pregnant) haven’t chosen a name for their son, I made it my mission to help him out. Altruistic of me? Not really. For the past few days, I’ve been throwing out random names as I think of them — but the names I offer are ones he’d never give his son. I say them anyway because they make us laugh.
Calvin. Rock. Virgil. Billy Joe. Winston. Micah (I actually like that name, but he thought it sounded too girly). I should be able to keep this up for a while.