hair emergencies

Apparently a hair emergency has the potential to be much more serious than i ever imagined. I received a call from my favorite hair stylist extraordinaire today, to inform me that he has moved to another salon. He also proceeded to give me his cell phone number which i am permitted to use "anytime, day or night", if i ever need to get ahold of him. Now, hair is important, I'm not denying that, and the man is a genius in the hair department. but.. if i ever feel the urge, due to a hair emergency, to need to dial up my stylist (who i can't even afford except for maybe once a year anyway) in the middle of the night... someone please slap me.

does this make me old?

I've recently started an herb garden. just a small one. but it makes me so excited. We have a few plants in window boxes off the side of our balcony. I keep finding myself peeking out the window at them because I think they're so cute. I'm afraid I may be one of those mothers who smothers, because even with plants, I think I've been OVER-watering them, to the point of some leaves turning yellow and falling off. I'll have to watch that with any kids we someday have... wouldn't want any limbs falling off due to "mother-smothering".. I guess I need to toughen up a little bit.

But, seriously. the joy that comes from concocting something culinary that involves some herbs from our own tiny garden. I can't explain it, If you're a gardener (or a mother) you understand. Ha ha..