For some reason (insert Stella The Cat here) my pillow ends up on the floor almost every morning. I bent down to grab it and my head started to seriously pound.
I quickly sat back down on my bed. The room was not exactly doing the infamous “drunk spin”…but I definitely felt better sitting down. Crap. I am such an idiot.
I tried to remember…did I take 2 aspirin before I went to sleep last night? Because if I did…I should not have such a bad headache.
This was a classic hangover prevention trick that one of the older reporters had shared with me and Hannah one morning when we were both miserable from a night of partying. He swore by it and it actually worked…when I remembered to take the damn pills.
“Maybe I have the flu…Jeez Louise… who hopes for the flu?” I muttered to myself.
“You are so pathetic,” Stella said as she jumped up on my bed. “The flu. Indeed.”
“You could be more sympathetic,” I challenged her. “I take such good care of you. You are one of my very best friends.”
“One of…? Well, that’s nice. I love…being qualified.”
I patted the little bit of golden hair on Stella’s head and then turned to look at my new hair cut in the mirror.
Back in the 60’s there was a geometric hair style called a “Sassoon” named after Vidal Sassoon, the stylist who had created it. The cut sported very short hair with sharp V sideburns and 2 deep V’s cut in the back.
It was really radical back then so of course every one had loved it.
And…apparently it was coming back in style..or so said Seth…my favorite stylist.
He has been cutting my hair for about 4 years, and he was not taking no for an answer. Seth said I had perfect “little sticky-out ears” that would look so awesome with this new cut.
“You’re gonna look just like Anne Hathaway…” he ventured…
“Whatever….” I agreed…you just can’t argue with Seth…and Anna Hathaway looked pretty good.
Seth was adorable and very persuasive. I loved him dearly. It was too bad he played for the same team.
I heard the back screen door bang and almost felt the blast of freezing air that came rushing in as Abby pushed open the inside door.
“I have breakfast!” Abby shouted from the kitchen.
Stella’s ears shot straight up at the word “breakfast” and she jumped off the bed and raced through my bedroom door.
“You just ate! You’re going to get so fat!” I hollered after her.
“Not me, kiddo…” she shot back…as she raced down the hallway at warp speed…sliding thru the doorway that led into the dining room…and then…
“Abby!!!! I’ve been waiting so long for you to come back!!!”
“Oh, for heaven’s sake” said Abby. “Stop talking to me!!”
I chuckled…even though it hurt…and knew it was time to get moving.