I've been working with D to improve his math grades. Our school started using the "new math" year and it has been tough. We are working on multiplication right now and it just seems so backwards to me. I understand it, but why? Anyhow, he has a math test tomorrow and he's been doing pretty good with his homework the past few days so I promised him if he made a 100 I would take him to get ice cream. He has been struggling and I figured he could use tangible reward.
This weekend I went and I got my hair trimmed. I am trying, really trying, to grow it out. Out, as in past my shoulders. Usually at this time of year I have it shoulder length and it gets a little scraggly looking and go cut it about 3 inches shorter. I also got a deep conditioning treatment and had a whole 15 minutes of uninterrupted mindless magazine reading. Should there be commas in that sentence?
Today I went to Ulta to get a new makeup brush and while I was there I did a little tester spray of perfume. I didn't like it. My sister had it on and it smelled good, but I ended up not liking it all (on me, at least). Anyhow, about 8 hours later it was still lingering on the back of my hand and I guess on the edge of my sweater. Tim came home and kept asking what that weird smell was. I thought it was funny. And it's a good thing I didn't like it either, I was definitely going to buy some if I had liked it.
Well, this seems like enough rambling tonight.