My Hair...
I realized, years ago, that when I get hit on at a bar and the guy tells me I have gorgeous hair; he is trying overly hard. Last night I was told that on a scale from 1-10 my hair was "awesome". I have absolutely horrible hair, I'm not in denial about it; nor am I being dramatic about it. I just have really uncontrollable Brillo pad type hair. It's actually been described by hair dressers as being "ethnic". It's strawberry blonde, it's course, it's massively frizzy, and we fight every morning and I use a Chi to defend my honor.
My PBS...
I have been a PBS addict since my childhood years of watching Sesame St. I have evolved, slightly, by watching episodes of Nova. It has altered my reality. Really. Recently, I have become obsessed with watching Simon Schama's: Power of Art. The last episode I watched, featuring David, was amazing. Schama's voice alone is nearly orgasmic and the show's visuals are spectacular. I've seen the painting "Death of Marat" a hundred times, never realizing the controversy behind it. Great stuff.
I've been censoring myself. I'm writing about PBS for God's sake! I'm avoiding the topic I really wanting to discuss, but I will have to save it for another day. I'm not in the right mindset. Maybe tomorrow. My apologies for being boring.
I am sure your hair must be fab if you are getting compliments on it! Everyone seems to want someone else's hair.
Have fun with your visiting friend!