Tonight I had my hair done, and my beloved hairdresser gave me a couple of purple streaks on one side. The Sober Husband's reaction: "Oh, your hair looks nice! Wait... (face forms expression of revulsion) there's purple." Four year-old Lola's reaction: "Why is there purple hair in your hair?" Seven year-old Iris's reaction "Hey! There's purple in your hair! I want that!"
Monday is my birthday, and I want (note: I do not expect more than one or two of these to come true, but I can want, dammit) a bottle of Ketel One, a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black, a massage from my adored masseur, a Leu print of a cat next to a cocktail (to match my serigraph of a cat curled up by a teapot, by the same artist), fishnet mid-calf length leggings, and the following books:
"The Perks of Being a Wallflower" -Stephen Chbosky
"Shopgirl" - Steve Martin
"Join me!"- Danny Wallace
"The End of the Beginning" - Avi
"Doing It" - Melvin Burgess
and
"Hope Against Hope: A Memoir" - Nadezhda Mandelstam (the only work on this list of historical significance, the memoirs of Osip Mandelstam's widow of their life as members of the intelligentsia under Stalin. The Mandelstams were not able to enjoy purple hair extensions and had to tear up and hide their own literary works, as opposed to acquiring books with gluttonous appetite. I am overly lucky).
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