It may have been the massive snowstorm that hit Cleveland at 10am on Wednesday and didn’t stop until about 2am the next day.

Nick was stranded on campus after his exam because traffic was not moving. His exam was finished at 12pm. He got home at 11:3pm that night.

Which meant I was homebound with my favorite Elf, Isaiah, who was feeling particularly whiny and squirmy the last four hours of the day. Which meant I was nearly sticking my head in the oven. Instead, the next day, I called a salon and booked a hair cut. The need to feel renewed was immense.

And so, an hour and a half later – with a complimentary facial, arms and hand massage, with a NO TIP policy salon – I came home 6-7 inches less on my noggin. My head, literally, feels lighter.
I hope this helps me get through the arctic blast on the way.

Sometimes all a woman needs is to feel a little more shiny to get through the week.