I had a lovely lunch with the sister and niece and then went to have my hair cut. I love it. It's a bit more trendy than I would have asked for, but I like it.
Here it is... in the two photos I took in the bathroom of the salon the choice is surprised or angry. This one was better for the hair.

I also had J. take a before picture and, while it is a good picture of me in that it accurately portrays my face, I don't like it. I look like my age. Ick. I am fine with my age, it is a good age, but I hate that I am now looking like a 34-year-old woman. That, more than anything, makes me feel unwell about my birthday this year.
Here is a shot of the side/back. Great shape.

Wednesday driving home I thought, traffic was oddly light. Good thing, too, because my car died. Driving along, thinking about what to have for dinner and all of a sudden it feels as if I've taken my foot off the gas. I hadn't. Luckily a police car pulled up behind me not five minutes later and blocked what little traffic was there so I could roll back down the hill into the Mrs. Winner's parking lot to wait for the tow truck. Yay for me. But I have to say, the cop was lovely and didn't treat me like a stupid girl. Though, I did remark that the first question every one asks - my dad, the cop, the AAA operator, the tow truck guy - do you have fuel? Yes. I do. I guess it's the car equivalent of "is the computer plugged in?".
My love of Rome the t.v. series has spawned a general interest in Rome. I came across a webcomic by way of eternallycool.net - SPQR Blues (click on it and it will take you to the first strip), drawn by Klio. Love it. Not funny in a comics sort of way, but a compelling saga set in a city just outside of Pompeii in the years before Vesuvius blew. History geeks of the world unite!
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