I would get caught up! Caught up on cleaning the neglected house!
It was just SO quiet. And I needed a few smart pieces of clothing for work, as many had become dumb. And my hair. My hair needed a general cleanup. So, a funny thing happened on the way to cleaning the bathrooms.
I ended up at the mall instead.
I managed to procure one smart blouse before I got sick of shopping. It didn't take long, once I remembered I don't particularly like to shop. I did make it to the seen-one-seen-them-all franchise mall hair salon.
A stylist was sitting in a chair reading 50 Shades Freed (book 3 of the trilogy). I assume she's read the previous two. Anyway, she jumped right up from the S&M fest to segue into cutting my hair.
She struck me (no pun intended) as very adept. At cutting hair that is. In fact, I don't think I challenged her enough when I just asked for a general cleanup. While I was there...
- A young boy, apparently newly kindergartened, loudly tantrumed while repeating, "I'm NOT going back to school!" Many times. Many many times. Loudly.
- A teenaged girl came in to get a "shaggy look" while several female family members hovered around to watch the birthing of her new hair. Really, it reminded me of a delivery room blessed event.
- A man and woman spoke animatedly to each other, I think in English. I'm still curious as to what they said.
The road to the mall is paved with good intentions?
Luckily, I live with people who don't discern well the difference between a clean bathroom and a gross one.
Or maybe that's part of the problem.