Today I have to do the unthinkable. You know exactly where I'm going with this - all the way to Walmart. With both my kids. Help me, Jesus! I mentioned my dreadful errand to Curtis and he told me he does it all the time and it's no big deal. He's such a warrior.
Why am I going to Walmart? That's a very good question. Well, the hair dryer that I bought about six months ago is already kaput. I need a new one along with a bunch of groceries, so there you have it. Target cannot help me today. My hair has looked disgusting for the last week - just in time for the SSMTC and all the pictures that were taken! I finally realized it's because my hair dryer wasn't blowing hard enough and it was also getting too hot. The result has been a greasy, unsightly mess on my scalp. I'm apologize to those of you who've had to see it.
It's Curt's fault that my hair appliances have such a short lifespan. He has this habit of laying the hair dryer next to his legs and running it on low for hours on end to warm himself. I've tried so hard to change him with no success. The only thing I can do is guard my new hair dryer like a lioness - a fierce, amazing lioness. And when my hair is restored to its rightful condition of big-ness, my mane with be very lion-like.
Now I'm going to transition to a completely new topic. All of a sudden my heart is racing and I feel like I'm going be sick. That's how much I dread talking about this! Or it could be the shrimp pasta I ate from Red Lobster last night. The sauce was very buttery - it gets me every time!
The new topic is Facebook. A long time ago I decided that I was going to keep my FB friends limited to people I know in real life. (There are a couple of exceptions and I just need your grace there. This can be complicated.) I share a lot of my life on both of the blogs and I feel at peace with putting a boundary on that.
My sister did not agree with me for long time, but she changed her mind a few months ago and whittled down her friends list. Over the weekend she got a lot of questions about it. This is not something I want to have to address on the other blog, but it kind of needs to be addressed. So I'm hoping that it will help a little bit to mention it here. Melissa and I just need a place to be normal. Our friends get overwhelmed by the attention we get because of who our mom is, and we just need a place where we can be Amanda and Melissa-plain-and-simple. It makes me feel sick to talk about this because it sounds so self-important. Bleh! But I think some people may have their feelings hurt over this and I want to say that we're really sorry and that it isn't personal. Thanks for understanding. Or if you don't understand, thank you for extending grace.
Now that I've said it and I only got sick once, here's one of my favorite movie scenes of all time. Meg Ryan's character has just eaten a bunch of French cheeses.