ACCCCKKKK!!!!! Why didn't you tell me it was Friday????

Just kiddin'

I think I'm pretty much under control.

Kind of.

Two small crisis yesterday - one of which is not yet resolved ...

The first crisis of the day started when the girl that was coming to do all of our hair called in tears. She has a troubled husband who decided to become more troubled ... being vague but it was a horrible mess. I told her "no worries, it's just hair".

I didn't panic until I realized "wait, this is Thursday, who am I gonna get to do hair on a Friday afternoon with no warning?"

While I was realizing that I might have a problem with that, the photographer Chick called to tell me that she and her whole family were down with the stomach flu. She sounded on deaths door.

So...

I took a deep breath, wrote a panicked e-mail to PJ (thanks PJ!) and calmed down.

Found someone else to do candid shots all night with my husbands camera but struck out in the hair department after one of my daughters, my Mom and I called every salon and beauty school in the area.

I called everyone last night to tell them about the problem...Trying to come up with some alternatives...but nothin' yet. I'm wondering if Great Clips or one of those places could do it if I took a picture along?

Hmmm.... or an old style beauty salon in one of the retirement areas? Surely those shops do 50 year old hair styles all day long.

Hmmm...

OK, thanks for listening to that...it gave me a new idea.

Other than that I think I have finally organized my list of lists! and I even tried on my clothes yesterday.

My spanx finally arrived. Certain that I would look exactly like the models in these pictures with this miraculous product I decided not to attempt to loose weight in the past six days.

And .... Ummm... I need to write to some consumer place somewhere because it's not exactly how the whole thing is working out.

And I'm gonna be honest here...I'm thinking breathing comfortably might be over-rated.

After I had finally gyrated into it and put my dress on I did look a little slimmer. I made my husband hug me in my outfit and asked him if I felt skinnier.

Sometimes I feel sorry for him.

He said "well, you feel firmer" and I asked him like "firmer fat or just firmer?"

AND HE REFUSED TO ANSWER ME!

But I think he was still annoyed for me waking him up at 2 am so I could tell him "OH NO! I FORGOT TO GET BIRTHDAY CANDLES!"

I think he mumbled something about "just kill me now" but I was running to my office to put that on the list of things I forgot to remember earlier. Or one of the many lists like that.

Sigh.

In the midst of all the hair, photograph, final list issues I now don't know whether I am firmer or just have firmer fat.

At least I don't have to worry about having not enough food for the four people who called yesterday to RSVP because obviously RSVP by January 10 is just a suggestion. I suspect I am not going to be able to eat much because I will be wearing that device of compression and torture.

Hold on a sec.

Thanks. Had to write down "take ziploc baggies" so I can stash some food in my bag to eat when I come home and take off said torture device.

Sigh.

I apologize for all the sighing here this morning but I still can't catch my breath from having all my fat compressed into my abdomen and rib cage yesterday.

So I am off to double and triple check my lists, loose 50 pounds, and find a miracle worker for hair.

You can post to the Alphabe-Thursday McLinky until Saturday morning (I know that's confusing, but, hey, what isn't here on my blog?)

AND I promise I'll share a bunch of pictures.

AND I'm beggin' ya please don't be mad at me today if I don't answer your e-mails.

Because I'm trying to conserve my energy and my oxygen for later...when I'm wearing the spanx.

Sigh.