The Incorrigible Night Owl

This weekend I will betake myself to a fine spa in Oklahoma City for a day of beauty and relaxation.
First on the list is to hack off this disgusting, stringy excuse for hair which is currently residing on top of my head. Color will be used; highlights will be applied. I am fully aware that it is a risky move, going short, and that I may well come away looking like a pinhead. However, sacrifices must be made. It can’t possibly look worse than it does now so, there you go, I’m ahead already. Nowhere to go but up.
The other treatment on the agenda is called the Rescue Remedy. It involves me in a hydrotherapy tub, receiving a foot, scalp, head, neck and shoulder massage, then moving on to a full-body massage after. When I think about it I could cry. Especially when I think about the foot massage. My feet are so sore and/or tired all the time now.
As if this wasn’t fun enough for the whole family (it isn’t) we are going to spend the weekend up there and hit the State Fair on Sunday and Monday. The entire focus and purpose of my fair-going experience can be summed up in four words: Bavarian-cream-filled churros (click to read about my first experience with these little slices of heaven from a deep-fryer). I guess we’ll probably have to quit eating for a few minutes and hit the carnival, too. Damned kids.
Happy weekend to all!