Sunday evening, and it feels like I've lived a couple of lifetimes since my last entry.

Hah! I kid! This weekend whirled by so fast I am facing last week with cuckoos flying in circles above my head.

My dog just ran by with a squeaking ball in her mouth, going hee-hoo-hee-hoo-hee-hoo at top speed.

So, let's see. I read about Joshilyn and Mir and their 20 Days of Virtue, and I decided to jump on the bandwagon too. But since I had to actually shop for food that could be remotely construed as virtueous, I decided to book a pedicure instead.

Because, from what I read, Virtue = Cute Sandals. And my feet resemble those of a Hobbit.

Anyway. I booked the pedicure, but then decided what I really needed to do, besides grocery shop for brown rice and whole wheat pasta, was get a new hairdo. Because my head? Also looking rather Hobbitesque. Hobbit-looking feet aren't so out of place in a natural food section of the store, so I'm going to do that NEXT weekend.

I have had a grand total of two haircuts in the last year. One whacked my waist-length hair to shoulder length (for free, I might add, since I was donating to locks of love) and the other ($7) added some really sad, choppy layers. I've been growing out my bangs too, which had me sporting identical chunks of hair dangling on either side of my head, too short to stay behind my ears and too long to pass for anything other than grown out bangs.

I called a salon with a good reputation, snagged a cancellation for an hour after my call, and shuffled my Hobbitty self in. An hour and a half later, I pranced out, whinnying like a pony, tossing my glossy locks, with an appointment booked for a trim and highlights in six weeks! Whee! Good hair is virtuous, right?

Good hair today...whole grains, tomorrow. I'll post a photo when I get a good'un.

While I was away getting all coiffed up, the hubs had the kids out in the garage playing while he rearranged some things. I came home to find my son had been bitten (again!) by spiders (again!) once on each ear. His ears were rapidly swelling, and were three times their normal size, sticking straight out from his head like Dumbo. I slathered on the hydrocortesone, gave him a shooter of Benedryl, added some tea-tree oil and calendula to the mix, and paused to admire/toss my hair everytime I passed our hall mirror.

I plopped him on the couch with a bag of frozen peas on one ear, and a bag of frozen corn on the other. I was going to make lunch, but the kids ended up eating both bags of frozen veggies in their entirety, and a slice of leftover pizza. That's my kind of meal prep.

My mom offered to watch the kids so the hubs and I could go to see Star Wars. We loaded Dumbo and the girls into the car, dropped them at Grandma's and saw the show. I have thoughts on the movie, sure, but who cares, because I have new hair!

Then got the kids, came home, hubs went to play poker, I tried to get the kids to bed, and failed. Perhaps they, too, were mesmerized by the splendor that is my new 'do. All I know is, it was 12:30 before the last munchkin dropped, and that same 2 year old dervish was awake at 5 am.

Me: (in bathroom at 5 am) Meh. Tired. Bleh. Ooh! New Hair!

So, today was laundry, the gradual shrinking of Dumbo's ears, online grocery shopping for Items of Virtue, and some other stuff that I forget because I am still all on about my new improved hair.

Oh! I signed up for netflix and checked out a slew of new books to read. Wow, aren't you glad I remembered that? Whew! Me, too!

My kids are currently out digging in the dirt, and chanting, very dirge-like, "Smell My Feet. Smell My Feet." What is up with THAT? It has been a favorite saying for weeks now. Perhaps I should pay attention. Yes. I'll walk out and see, and I will try to make it past the hall mirror without preening.