So while working on my newest and shiniest brainstorm this morning (ahem: it has zombies in it), my BCB*/neighbor called me from her salon. “Hi. I’m bored,” she proclaimed. “I think you should come out here and let me wash your hair and you can tell me about your new brainstorm idea.”

I was super excited regale someone with my new idea… along with the accompanying pen name. (No, I’m not going to tell you what the pen name is. Yes, it’s a goofy one. I said it out loud and guffawed at myself.) BCB* Katie nodded at the appropriate times during my idea-explaining. She told me I was creative and smart and would no doubt end up a gazillionaire from my shiny new idea… I may be embellishing this a little… and she washed my hair, just as promised.

And then she curled it. Like, really, really curled it. I looked like I was gettin’ gussied for prom.

I came home and immediately donned my puffy formal wear to do the dishes and fold laundry. I played Boyz II Men slow jams just for prom nostalgia.

And then got right back to fleshing out my radical version of the zombie apocalypse. And posting to Twitter. What? We all know I have attention span issues.

If you want me to show up to anything looking all spiffy and rad (circa something like 1994) hurry and call me before I sleep on this hair. Or before zombies come and eat my brains… which will no doubt screw with the hair at least a little.

*Book Club Bee-yotch

Banana nut bread… I do an okay loaf.

A group of bare-footed kids trooped down the sidewalk — sunshine on their faces, warm loaf in hand — to visit the sweet elderly lady down the street.

It’s 7 pm — my house is still in disarray, my hair is still in a pony tail, but my average banana bread and my cute kids’ faces made sweet Delma’s day.

Today was a good day.

The word of the day:

Jump.

Also: climb.

Or, if you’re slightly less conventional,

downdog.