Pineapple Fried Letdown

There's a Thai restaurant near my house that has really yummy pineapple fried rice. Usually. Tonight they had pretty gross pineapple fried rice. Maybe I shouldn't order 30 minutes before closing time, as I'm probably getting the tofu and the rice that's been sitting in a pot all day, drying out. Oh well--you can't win 'em all. Plus, that's probably the universe's way of telling me to cook the Curried Spinach & Chickpeas that I've been meaning to make all week. I'll do it tomorrow (no, seriously!).

This afternoon I got my hair cut for the first time in five months. I got bangs & we cut off at least four inches. It feels awesome! My hair in back is about even with my earlobes, then it gets progressively longer towards the front--just long enough to put a little bit into tiny pigtails when necessary. And there are times that tiny pigtails are necessary. The color is actually my natural color, as in the same color I had when I was eight years old, and haven't seen in over 20 years (since I first made the terrible mistake of using Sun-In in eighth grade). We weren't striving for the natural color, it just came out that way. So with my childhood color and my first short haircut in recent history, I found myself having flashbacks to the traumatic haircuts of my childhood.

I may or may not have been mistaken for a boy on more than one occasion, and I hated getting haircuts with a highly dramatic passion. I remember one time, after a particularly butch crop, I went home and put my Halloween mask on (a plastic witch mask, no less) and forbade my sisters to look at me. Yes, I was a highly sensitive child. And a bit of a drama queen.

Anyway, I got my hair cut today. It's not even that short, and I like it a lot, it just makes me look different than how I looked this morning, which takes some getting used to. It also makes me look almost exactly like my older sister. You know how some women say that one day they look in the mirror and see their mom? I always thought that was just an expression, meaning that one day you look in the mirror and you have wrinkles or gray hair and you realize you've gotten older, and you now look more like your mom than you ever have in your life. I didn't realize that it meant you LITERALLY see your mom. After my hair appointment, I went shopping, and in the dressing room I looked in the mirror and saw my sister looking back at me. It was incredibly bizarre.