Got a haircut today while Mom was finishing her Survivor's Club Luncheon, and her friend gave her a ride across the parking lot to the school (hair dresser schools have cheap prices - $12!). I only learned she was there when I went to pay and she screamed my name. Screamed at the employees, screamed at me, even dropped the f-bomb. Said they ruined her day. She scared one enough that she didn't want to talk to Mom, and asked me to ask her a question.
Why does she do this only with strangers? Can she go ballistic on people we know so it's not just me? So maybe it doesn't sound like I'm making this stuff up?
On the bright side, Juice It Up seemed to cheer her up. Brittany always puts her drinks in so carrier with straws and hand-delivers then to us, and the now-famous Art gave her a hug. Such a sweetheart, but he also totally have credibility to the joke that the Art-crush goes both ways. Hahaha. I think he cured a bit of her bitchability (new word, kind of like irritability, but worse).
And now, I hook. 45% done with the elephant (knit), 75% done with the HK magic doll (crochet). :)
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