Speedy Tuesday

What a chaotic day.  I'll be glad when everyone in my group is back on Friday.  Pulled in 50 different directions, where to go next.

The quiet dogs from yesterday are gone.  As I type this it sounds like they're out my window barking the night away.  Oh well.  It was a nice day yesterday.

I got to admit, whoever did the court sketches for this hush money trial is awesome.  It'll be interesting to see how things turn out and yet, kind of worried.  Glad today boosted Cohen's credibility.  

And what happened to Rudy Giuliani?  What a mess he's become.

When I stopped at my "salon" last year, I was looking for cheaper alternatives for hair color.  My mom got this hair spray to spray on the top where my grey hair shows the most.  I thought just a nice pick up in between hair appointments at the school.

Lesson learned.  It was one of my last appointments at the cancer center and I had to use the restroom.  When I washed my hands, I thought what is this kind of reddish brown junk on my hands?  It was the hair dye that got sprayed. I was freaking Rudy!  

That was the end of that.  I have been getting grey hairs since the age of 27.  I don't mind that it's showing more the last couple of weeks, I have an appointment next week and I'm ok with the grey, but like the color refresh.  

Hard pass on being Rudy Giulani and have dye run down my face.  No thank you.

My sister asked me if I liked the Brewers.  I don't watch sports but I'm not a sports hater. They are getting tickets for when they're here.  She said they'll pay for my ticket but I have to buy Charlotte a souvenir.  I can do that.

Last time I had a chance wound up being the day I had surgery 9 years ago.  It was with work people.

I think this crowd is much better.

I used to go to Brewers games with my dad as a kid and I think it's been over 20 years since I went and saw one in person.  

I'm going to sleep well tonight, especially with a day off.  

Sleep tight, good humans.  Some days are going to suck.  Then there are days that don't seem so bad. Today is that day for me.  

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