I really need to stop breaking this old blog of mine. It’s bad for business. And when I say business, what I really mean is that it’s bad for my friend Becca, because she made this beautiful space here for me and oh how I am still in love with it. But…sometimes I try to do things like add a Facebook like button to the bottom of posts and while I think it’s going to be a simple maneuver, it ends up being a gigantic mess that I do not know how to fix. It’s amazing that she still continues to call me her friend. PLEASE, internet, remind me to never experiment with my site. I even tried removing said Facebook like button (AKA THE THING THAT BROKE MY SITE) but, well, no dice.

Do you want to know what else I need you guys to remind me to stop doing? CUTTING BANGS. You see, when I sit in the chair at the hairdresser, they seem like a good idea. They even coming out looking like a good idea.

But do you know how long they stay lovely like that? Exactly 17 days. And then you know what happens? They are too long and instead of just making the time to haul my heiney back to the hairdresser to get a bang trim, I take it upon myself to make a few wee adjustments with a pair of scissors. This is never a good idea. NEVER. And instead of making the time to embarrass myself at the hairdresser with a shameful admission – why yes, I DID try to cut them myself – I just pretend that I don’t have any bangs by putting them up in headbands and bang braid and I make super good use of all the bobby pins I can find between my couch cushions. So now I am currently in the process of growing out these bangs. I tie my hands down every time I can see a pair of scissors. And I keep reminding myself that I am better off not having any bangs.

You know, of course, what this means.

BOTOX is in my future.

Bangs are super good at covering up wrinkles and dry forehead. You guys, my forehead, in the winter, is like Sahara dry. It’s so gross. I used to think this was better than having slick skin, but do you know what it’s like to have to google “Getting rid of forehead cradle cap in adults” and then having to actually ask someone at Sephora because apparently no one has ever heard of this condition. Or at least no one has ever admitted to it. But at Sephora they CAN help you…with $185 skin cream. Awesome. It’s okay. Don’t feel badly that Josh is wearing flood pants because my kid clothing monthly budget went into my face that was peeling off. DON’T feel badly. The kids promised me that they’d rather look at Josh’s ankles than my flaky skin.

PLEASE COME SOON, HUMIDITY.

Because then I won’t have a dry forehead AND Josh can wear shorts. Everyone wins!

It’s interesting that I sat down to write a post about my daughter Emily and how she brought me to tears (good lord, I am embarrassing) with her impeccable performance as Jan in Grease. And, you know, I was going to show you some pictures that will probably make me cry again.

(You can see the rest on flickr, if you are so inclined)

And I was going to tell you about my son Joshua and how he brought me to tears this week. My eight-year-old has spent his entire 8 years terrified of the water. Well, it wasn’t so much afraid of the water as it was afraid of getting his face wet. My son has been in level one since he was old enough to be in level one, which, if you are counting at home…is 6. Three sessions at age 6. Fail. Fail. Fail. Three sessions at age 7. Fail. Fail. Fail.

One session at age 8.

PASS. Finally. He passed level one. I guess the seventh time is a charm?

So, if you please take two things away from this post…I hope it’s the fact that I am so proud of my Jan and my Passer-of-level-one and not the fact that I tend to break my site and I have a flakey forehead. Please and thanks.