Bwah-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!!!!!

Cower before me, mortals!!!!! For I am untouchable! I am Teflon! I am anything else you can think of that is non-sticky and impervious to that which is yucky! I stride through the coughing, hacking masses without fear...

For. I. Am. Immortal!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


That's right. Immortal. After forty years and change spending half of any given year swallowing antibiotics and vitamin C in the futile hope of chasing off whatever bug is plaguing the populace that season, I have caught a break! You'd kind of have to know me to realize what a big deal this is. I'm one of those annoying, "sickly" types. I'm the first one to catch the cold that's going around and nurture it into some sort of gooey, runny kind of upper respiratory infection. This probably wouldn't be such a huge deal if had any sense of grace or propriety about my illnesses. But, I do not. I am a complainer. I will buttonhole complete strangers to moan and groan about my symptoms at great length. My friends and co-workers quickly learn how to avoid me when I am sick. Or, at the very least feign interest while reciting the multiplication tables in their heads. I am a huge baby.

And knowing this does not change my behavior in the least.

But there is good news for The Sheep and all who know her. Did I mention that I am now immortal? Nothing can touch me. The fever and chills of Thursday night disappeared while I slept. I awoke with a few sneezes, but nothing serious. I was healed! It's taken a while for the whole immortality thing to kick in, but I gots my god-complex goin' on and I'm workin' it baby!

I don't know if getting a flu shot this year was the catalyst, but I'm going on record as saying that I am a fan of The Spike Of Protection. I know that the flu virus and the cold virus are two different beasts, but something is at work here. Maybe it was the holiday ham...

And it didn't stop there! I was most grateful to be operating at full power today. For this morning I really needed to gird my loins. Today was the day. I was gonna do it! Yes, that's right. Today was the day I was going to...make a suggestion to The World's Greatest Stylist!

Risky. Very Risky.

Normally, I just park my Sheepie butt in the chair and let her do what she wants. It's easier that way. But, after missing last month's appointment due to the planned removal of The Mole Of Disturbing Dimensions that didn't actually happen, my hair has grown out a bit. And I like it. I wanted to leave it a little longer. This was going to take some, "negotiating."

I arrived at the salon armed with two handknit scarves and the will to make compromises if necessary. I was nervous. I was shaking just a wee little bit. Hysterical Mind was coming to the fore. But, you know what? She agreed! The only compromise I needed to make was with regard to the bangs which she thought should be left longer and "swept" to the side. No problem. I just cut them myself when I got home. But that is our little secret, OK??? Please don't tell her!! Please! I may be immortal and all, but that doesn't mean I don't know fear!

The luck continued to flow my way throughout the appointment. The tresses were scorched back to their artificially natural blondish state via the chemicals and the hot, harsh winds of the dryer. The cut was completed. The final "tweaks" were going on before the blow dry and styling (which could also be called, "the scary poofing and backcombing.") when the whole place went dark. Yup. Power outage. My highlights and I made it to the finish line mere minutes before all work had to be halted. I'm bulletproof, I tellsya!!!

Last happy thing: Today is The World's Greatest Stylist's birthday! I brought her a gift on her birthday! I didn't even know it was her big day!! Someone patent my essence! A fortune can be made here!!

Despite all the immortality stuff going on around here, there has been minimal progress on sock #2. I'm past the heel stage (which I hate) and am decreasing for the gussets. Things have sort of slowed down what with my having to pencil in my afternoon nap and snacks. I'm a tiny bit concerned about having gone with a longer cuff on this pair and whether the yarn will hold out, but I'm taking the chance. When I don't, I always seem to end up with ample yarn left over and the bitter taste of regret. But, I'm thinking that I'm gonna make it. What else can I possibly think at this point?

Teflon, baby!

SA