  Lets hope this turns out looking better than my ankle does. Lordy lord, does my wound look disgusting. I hope no one opened that attachment with an eating utensil in hand. I can hear forks hitting the ground from here. I walked past a box of moms hair coloring this morning after my super careful shower. Weve more or less the same color naturally, but then hers isnt hers. So I went for it. Its permanent, and no, I did not opt to make a test patch. Thats like reading the directions; it leaves no room for excitement. In fifteen more minutes, Im to wash it out. Carefully and away from a shower, I think, so the chemicals dont come anywhere near the open wound.
Shit, the worst that could happen is that Id have to pay a bit to have a professional fix it. If I cant loose this gawd-awful weight for these months of dormancy, I can at least tweek my appearance in other ways. Might lift my spirits having a new look about my tired body. Seeing how incredible Amy looks this week ok, so my sights arent set so high for myself, but it sure would be nice to feel fit and sexy for once. Luis and Robin are heading up here this afternoon. Maybe get Bryan to be the fourth after he recovers from a long, early shift at the Joe.
I have fun friends. I need today with them to relax and catch up. Sit on the patio with some fresh strawberries and swap tales of our current lives. It feels like summer. Just because I cant walk doesnt mean I have to watch baseball all day inside. 
