An update and another conversation about my hair

There are now two cartons and seven boxes of books, magazines, folders, albums and DVDs, one carton of kitchen stuff, and five boxes containing an Australian Geographic globe, a sketching easel, a sewing machine, a set of kitchen scales, and half a dinner-set, all waiting for Eddie to carry them downstairs to the garage, where they will await the big day.

Now that I’ve packed half the house and have successfully dragged myself away from WordPress (mostly) and Facebook (completely) I’m managing to get my study under control too. Just in case you were worried.

That doesn’t mean I don’t have time to worry about my hair. Thus the following conversation as we traveled home on the bus this week.

Me: My hair’s kind of dark since I dyed it on the weekend aye? Do you think it’s too dark?
Edd: *Don’t make me do this*
Me: It looks better when it’s a bit lighter doesn’t it?
Edd: *PLEASE don’t make me do this* Uhh
Me: My hair. Is it too dark?
Edd: *Oh god, she’s not going to go away* Uhhh
Me: I think you don’t care about my hair. You don’t care about my hair do you?
Edd: *I’m so relieved that she finally understands* Nah, not really. Just as long as you’ve got hair.
Me: *Shocked disbelief* Those are pretty low expectations you know!