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trinityvixenWell, I went home as late into the afternoon/evening as I dared on Saturday to minimize the time my mother could see me. This sounds like an absurdist way of spending Mother's Day weekend, but it's true. It worked out pretty well, all things considered. She picked me up from the train, but I had my ponytail tucked into my jacket. Then she and my dad were out for a fundraiser, I was out shopping, then I was out for food and fun with Liz and Heddy.
Cut to me getting almost no sleep Sunday (from staying up watching movie late to being paranoid about my mom coming in and waking me and spoiling my surprise haircut), getting up, taking a two-hour bath-n-shower combo (I love my parents' bathroom), hair now oh-so-cleverly tucked up into a towel, ready for presents to be opened and surprise to reign.
Until I go find my mother giving me a fishy look from the couch in the living room. "So, you cut your hair?"
My first instinct was denial, but I have never been good at lying to my mother, especially not to her face. I used to shit around middle school with friends after school, and I'd call her and be like "Uh, yeah, I have to do something in the computer lounge...yeah." Lying to her face? Impossible. So I caved, but demanded to know who told. I'd been sooooo careful, I didn't think she'd seen, and Drew and Devin were both like "WHOA!" when I finally untucked it from my clothes to show them. My Dad I'm not sure even noticed until we brought it to his attention at dinner Sunday. Devin, my youngest sister, has a tendency to spoil things, so my guess was going to be her.
Wrong. Dana-sister spilled the beans. Not only did she crib my idea (she cut her hair, too), but she spoiled my surprise after all my effort. I'm really, really bad at not giving away absolutely everything when I'm excited about it--the plot of a TV show, the present I may/may not have bought--so I was pissed that something had been going RIGHT and it got cocked up. Balls. Man, dick euphemisms are the bee's knees when you're ticked. Wonder why?
Cut to me getting almost no sleep Sunday (from staying up watching movie late to being paranoid about my mom coming in and waking me and spoiling my surprise haircut), getting up, taking a two-hour bath-n-shower combo (I love my parents' bathroom), hair now oh-so-cleverly tucked up into a towel, ready for presents to be opened and surprise to reign.
Until I go find my mother giving me a fishy look from the couch in the living room. "So, you cut your hair?"
My first instinct was denial, but I have never been good at lying to my mother, especially not to her face. I used to shit around middle school with friends after school, and I'd call her and be like "Uh, yeah, I have to do something in the computer lounge...yeah." Lying to her face? Impossible. So I caved, but demanded to know who told. I'd been sooooo careful, I didn't think she'd seen, and Drew and Devin were both like "WHOA!" when I finally untucked it from my clothes to show them. My Dad I'm not sure even noticed until we brought it to his attention at dinner Sunday. Devin, my youngest sister, has a tendency to spoil things, so my guess was going to be her.
Wrong. Dana-sister spilled the beans. Not only did she crib my idea (she cut her hair, too), but she spoiled my surprise after all my effort. I'm really, really bad at not giving away absolutely everything when I'm excited about it--the plot of a TV show, the present I may/may not have bought--so I was pissed that something had been going RIGHT and it got cocked up. Balls. Man, dick euphemisms are the bee's knees when you're ticked. Wonder why?
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Date: 2005-05-09 02:49 pm (UTC)