I have a forehead like a dartboard that’s all bullseye. Its lack of bangs makes it curtain-free, exposing it to the elements. My good ol’ mom’s early positive comments like, “You have a beautiful forehead,” and telling every hairdresser, “Do not cut bangs,” must have stuck. As with any resilient and optimistic story, there are downfalls. In tenth grade, I learned that the girl gossip chain had created the acronym RHL for my forehead. With some pleading to know what it meant, my forehead confidence drooped to an all-time low when I learned it meant “receding hair-line.”
So what if there’s a bit of a hillside on the right side of my dome. It’s not like Cindy Crawford’s mountainous mole did her a disservice.
Truthfully, there was a short stint when I had bangs. But covering up my hello to the world felt like a costume. So, as soon as I could grow them back out, I did.
In other news, I’m on the hunt for a sleeper sofa. West Elm, Ikea, Ashley Furniture—can’t you guys do better? The reviews are that people like the couch, but do they like the mattress? Nah. For the life of me, I can’t understand why you’d spend a thousand-plus dollars on something subpar? Thankfully, the Airbnb we’ll soon stay at in Lawrence, Kansas, has two sleeper sofas that many reviewers have commented are comfortable. So don’t be surprised when, in a week and a half, I flip that bad boy over to find its maker.
Five more sleeps until we drive away. We now sit on my parents’ deck overlooking the lake and plentiful evergreens. The Eagles are quiet for now, and the Mariners radio plays. Nearby is a physical copy of The Da Vinci Code, the hardback I picked up at the free section at the YMCA and started reading today. Remembering how riveting it was, I opted to do it again.
An update to the sleeper sofa idea is to do a Murphy bed. Feedback from my trusty Facebook home design group is confident there is no sleeper sofa of quality and comfort one should ever buy. More research needed on this….
My parents’ neighbor Vicki lives part-time in Thailand and just brought us a going-away gift of dried fish. She told us not to eat it straight out of the bag and to be careful with the bones if boiling it. But frying it? Slam those puppies in your mouth and get chomping ‘cause they are scrumptious.
Dave, Evelyn, and I are staying at my parents’. Oh, and Archie too. One big family sleepover. It’s teeth-brushing time, so I gotta go.
I’ll talk to you tomorrow.
Love,
Jaclynn
Going On 40 