Fluffy

Since the paper route has me getting up early and our church time changed to 9:00 a.m., I decided to find a solution to my hair situation for church. Last week, I had to wear it in a ponytail to church, since the route took longer than I expected and I didn't have time to do anything cuter with it. So, last night, I decided to try out a possible solution. I put my hair in sponge curlers (the only type of rollers I had). For some reason, I had imagined beautiful flowing curls. However, I think you can finish the story yourselves . . . Yes, when I took the curlers our this morning, I looked like a poof ball. Needless to stay, I ended up with a poofy ponytail. I guess this isn't my solution.

The weird thing is, I faintly remember trying this sponge roller solution out in college. It didn't work then either. When will I learn? I really need to get that temptation out of the way. Anyone want some sponge curlers?

The Paper Route

I guess I've been slacking lately about posting anything on my blog. Well, actually I haven't been slacking, I just haven't had anything I've really wanted to share. Perhaps it's a feeling of guilt that has pushed me to post - anything. Afterall, I've been reading the juicy or not-so-juicy tidbits of your lives, so I guess I should share the wealth (or mundaness of my life).

Well, Mr. Wonderful and I have recently picked up for a paper route. Yes, you read that right. Yeahhh! Woohoo! With work being slow, it seems like a good enough way to earn a little extra money. I should state that Chris signed us up (since he's most proud of this fact). Yesterday, we actually found ourselves arguing over whose route it was going to be (mine or his). Later, we had a great laugh over how pathetic our "arguement" was. But, we being pathetic people, are actually excited about this new "job". For me, it's a nice escape from being in the house all day. For Mr. Wonderful, it's something to keep him busy until work picks up more.

So, we started the route today, and we both half expected to be surrounded by 12 year-old boys on bikes or maybe cute little housewives when we picked up the papers for our route. Not so much, I think some of them may have been convicts and others druggies. Well, I'm pretty sure about that. Interesting.

The paper route is fine, but I think I'm really going to miss sleeping in (or going out of town). Don't worry, I'm not riding my bike around with the newspaper satchel around my neck. Now that would be too embarrassing.