Still cursing the dentist

I'm still miserable so let's not even go there. It's amazing how a mouthache can ruin your whole month. I totally admit to this character flaw, but I can't apologize for it because that would mean moving my jaw to form words and that isn't going to happen until Halloween.

Makeover

Okay, I did it. I've been threatening for months, but last night I finally went brunette.

I've had this Bengal Tiger thing going on for about 10 years I figure--alternating every so often more Bengal and then more tiger--but last night I told Erica to go dark. And she did.

And let me tell you, it's fierce.

I wasn't loving the chocolate brown last night so much when it was half blown dry and then treadmill worked after an evening session at the gym, but today after a little straightener, I'm feeling spicy. Chestnutty. It feels creamy, of all things.

I'm not sure if I should take a picture or reduce it down into a sauce served over Tournedos.