This morning, as I was pulling strands of hay from my hair after feeding the horses, and after the piss poor offers from the Wife Swap people, I realized that I am in sore need of a day of beauty.

So, where shall we all meet?

Let's drink coffee, gossip, get our nails done, look at trashy movie magazines, and get our hair all rolled up. (This is starting to remind me of my Aunt L., who always drove a cadillac, no matter what the circumstances, and who got her hair done once a week like clockwork in the beauty shop that was part of the gas station in her itty bitty tiny town in Oklahoma.)