Yeah, that's me. As a blonde. I think this is the 35th sign of the apocolypse, so please grab all your canned food and head toward the basement.

Seriously, though, the entire purpose was to get my hair cut and bleached out to as light as possible so I could dye it purple. Unfortunately, bleaching it out required way more time and effort than I was planning, and it also ended me up with chem burns on my scalp. Not bad ones, but bad enough that I don't want to put anything else on it. Ugh.

I think I may have found my hairdresser up here, though. His name is Lee, and he's just the sweetest thing ever. One of the other girls kept coming over and ragging me about stuff (goodnaturedly, but it did get kind of old) and he would tell her, "Stop! Stop being mean to her, or I'm going to get really mad, I promise!" It was cute. We talked about dance music and whatnot. I'm totally going back to him the next time I need a cut... which should be a while, because I'm also totally growing this out for wintertime. The last thing I need is frostbite on my neck.

The apartment thing is moving along. I don't remember what all I posted... did I post about my kickass bookshelf? Well, we decided that it wasn't tall enough, so we bought a second one and attached it to the top of the first one. Now I have the giant bookshelf of DOOOM, but it looks pretty slick. Krys should start his own home improvement show, because he has all these crazy ideas that work amazingly well.

Of course, MOVING that is going to be insane, because it's all solid wood. Heavy solid wood. I think it's ash (with a dark espresso finish, obviously) and - while it looks all breezy and minimalistic - it nearly killed the both of us to lift the second one on top of the first. We are not moving until we can afford to hire a company to move all our crap for us. Hold me to this, seriously.

I feel like there's so much more to write. Like, how Toby is walking so good now, and whenever we walk to the car he has to stop and step on anything that happens to be on the concrete. People's doormats, newspapers, random spots of whatever, a penny... they all must be stepped on. And he's talking so much! This week he's started saying turtle ("durdle"), door, all done ("ahden?"), and rice, for starters. He'll attempt to repeat anything that you say if he thinks it sounds funny. And he's learning animal sounds. Mooing is his favorite, just like Avery's was, and he always quacks at the ducks in their bathroom.

And about how Avery is going to be six in less than 48 hours. I'm trying to come to terms with it, and it's not really working out for me, so I'm largely ignoring it. He and Krys went to the movies tonight to see Superman Returns (because he's taken with superheroes lately) and he promptly came home and ruined the movie for me. Heh. I miss my baby, but he's growing up into this really amazing kid.

But I'm really really tired and I just can't think of everything. So, more later, I'm sure.

PS - I made blueberry pie: