In truth, it was a lot of fun. My niece and I took turns reading 'Strega Nona's Magic Lessons,' and the class was terrific. I'm so accustomed to reading at story time at the bookstore, I've forgotten that an entire group of kids can be well behaved and attentive. I almost found myself looking around for the toddlers running about throwing books or crying for the train set and for the mothers comparing lattes in between chatting on their cell phones.*
The morning was spent getting my hair coloured and absolutely chopped** by the lovely women at Creative Hair Design. They always dry my hair straight (makes it easier to cut). I almost never do, so it's quite the novelty. What with the colour, I've got sort of a Torchwood-Gwen look going on. hee. Also, my eyebrows have been waxed into rather comely arches. I am pleased.
Now off to kickboxing. I ate a Cadbury Caramel Egg today, so weary or not, I have to drag my ample booty to class.
*please note that most of the parents/attendants and kids who come to story time are fully wonderful. It's the annoying ones, however, that get the most notice.
**the stylist is quite wonderful, and I'm always happy with the cut as well as the way it grows out. It's just that there was an alarming amount of hair on the floor when she was done, and if my hair is this short straight, I have no idea how it's going to look when curly. Ah, well. If it's too short for my liking, it will be but a matter of weeks before it grows to a more comfortable length.