A few weeks ago I did a Tasty Tuesday article entitled “Home Alone”. I was left at home all by myself in the great form of Eric Carmen, because my parents went up to see my great Aunt. She is a sweet lovely woman. She is eighty-four years old. I love her.
However, she has made the recent decision that she cannot live by herself anymore and that she is going to move in with us. This happens every year. My aunt wants to move in with us, my mother wants her to move in with us.
I just don't know.
My great Aunt is a wonderful woman. However, her music tastes are stuck somewhere between polka and the sixties. This is the woman who thinks Bette Midler is too progressive. I love all types of music. I jam to Patsy Cline as I talked about in a Throwback Thursday. I am not planning on stopping my jam sessions with anyone who released music after 1970 for anyone. I just can't.
My aunt moving in also means that I will never truly be home alone, which is okay. I never threw a wild crazy, drug in fueled party, while my parents were away and I feel like I've missed an opportunity in my life. To be fair I would be down with people drinking, but they would not be driving home. It would basically be one big slumber party. Drugs would not be a part of the equation.
My hair is also this really pretty powdery pink, because who knew that pink goes hard as fuck in your hair. I dyed my hair dark pink in January. Three months later and it is still pink. This is a problem. I am trying to bleach it out and it is not coming out. I would really like a different color. I feel like I look like a pink haired version of Betty Who right now. That's probably inaccurate.