It all started with a bad haircut. I mean, a really bad one. All I wanted was trim and now my hair looks long-ish, but in reality it is barely long enough to pull back into a ponytail holder. All of the fly-away hairs I so patiently grew out are back, the length that took months to acquire is gone and I'm flat out pissed. Anyhoo, that was on the eve of my birthday.
On my birthday, I was immediately reminded of said crappy haircut when I woke up. My mood was foul. With my morning cuppa joe that my husband so lovingly put into my hands (props to the man who dared to get that close to me whilst so grumpy), I opened the birthday package my folks sent to me. It was full of magazines, clothes and items otherwise unattainable in Norway. Ok, my mood started to improve – a bit.
Then Anders offered to deliver & pick up Theo from daycare, giving me the liberty to take my racing bike to work. I'm still new to the skinny tire revolution and I'm giddy as a schoolgirl on that thing. (Seriously, this thing is, like, vrrrrrrooooooom!) Anyhoo, the ride lifted my spirits and by this point, I was feeling nearly human.
Later, Anders bought me lunch (he had to since I forgot my wallet). We went to my favorite bakery and sat in the sunshine. As if that wasn't enough, he also surprised me with a brand new iPod. Poof! the bad mood was banished.
At the risk of sounding like some soppy actor at the Emmys, I would like to thank my folks for their care-package and my hubby for not being scared by my snaggletooth alter ego and for all the birthday wishes I got on Facebook. A black mood as foul as I started out with is rare and mercifully, it doesn't last long with a day like today. Y'all ROCK.
