Yes, those are the questions. I ran out of time to start my job yesterday so I started it today instead. How about those flexible hours, eh? This is where the 'die' comes in. My job is pretty much the same as the one one I had from 2006 to 2007. But this time I only have one route. It's a biggie, 75 papers but they gave me a cart to drag around so I'm not toting them on my back.



Yes, ours is already in the recycling box. I receive the papers on Thursday and have already read it. The cart is made for little old ladies to bring home their shopping and I'm sure it's the perfect height for eleven year old kids but I'm too tall and after dragging it around behind me for an hour and ten minutes (I'll get faster as I get used to the route) my back, hips and feet are killing me. Had it not been for the Tylenol I just might want to curl up and die.

It's the day before Valentine's Day and DH and I are going out to a fund raiser, Valentine's dinner and dance. The gray is starting to show. I already have the box of hair colour and I have all afternoon to work on it. I just feel it's a waste of money and effort. It won't make me feel pretty. Having my hair all one colour will just be one less thing to stress about tonight so the answer to that question is yes, I probably will dye.



What a shame her face isn't in the box too.