Ah, yes- this is more like it

As a gift for myself, I have decided that I will no longer be just plain old Mary (yes, that is my actual first name- meg is an acronym nickname); henceforth, I decree, in a most regal manner, that I will only answer to the following title:

My Peculiar Aristocratic Title is: Viscountess Meg the Dissolute of Piddletrenthide on the Carpet Get your Peculiar Aristocratic Title

Isn’t that a hoot? (Thanks, Tammy) I think every woman should receive their own noble title; it helps one to disregard the myriad of new lines on her face & the additional white hairs that keep showing up (can you tell who just had a haircut?)

My dentist appointment went well, with the possible exception of the right side of my jaw popping loudly for about 4 hours, & I’m now sporting the latest in dental fashion, a silver-colored metal crown, which unfortunately clashes with the gold jewelry I normally wear.

Afterwards, it was off to the salon to have a trim; I credit it to my semi-medicated state, but I allowed my stylist to *gasp* color my hair. The jury is still out (& won’t be home until Friday)- it’s a couple of shades lighter then my natural dark brown, with lots of gold strands (guess I have fairly resistant grey), but seems to be pretty subtle- no one at work has even noticed! The real test will be if my delicate sensibilities & wallet can stand it- I cannot abide seeing different colored roots showing & this treatment was not cheap- $40 (on sale, not including haircut) & my hair is only 1-½ inches long!

So then, in keeping with the “sprucing up the old gal” theme for the week, I headed over to Dress Barn & purchased some new clothes- a pair of tan slacks, some dark blue crop pants, a pink camp shirt, 5 knit tops (4 solid, 1 print), pantyhose, knee hi’s, & a bra (the girls needed a boost, too). All I need now is a couple pairs of shoes- my light colored sandals & flats are looking worn, which is not surprising since they are quite historic- I think 10+ years old.

All this to commemorate the return of my husband & my 44^th birthday on Saturday; I serve notice now: Chris best not decide to sleep for 15 hours when he gets home on Friday morning- after a quick “get reacquainted nap”, Mama expects to be taken out on the town to make use of all this costly frippery!