Today’s lesson is about ice on the windshield. Some people will tell you that the best way to get ice off a windshield is with a credit card. But those people are wrong. 
On one hand, you don’t want to go getting your credit card too icy, and on the other hand, the surface area is just too small. It turns out that the best instrument for such an operation is a handicapped parking tag. It’s sturdy, wide and ready for action! Even if you leave your house at exactly the same time that you were planning on getting to work, this tag will allow you clear, unobstructed vision for your journey. One word of warning, though. You may have to break your ankle to obtain said handicapped parking pass. You’re probably just better off turning your car on and letting your defroster do the work instead.
And as for the continuing re-cap of the weekend, some of you have asked for a picture of my new haircut.
Ta-da!
Said haircut was achieved by making an appointment with my hairdresser from the city. I had cheated on him a few times with a local Hudson Valley guy, who I never quite trusted. But city guy, when he suggested we put my hair in a ponytail and CUT IT OFF, I was like, “okay.” Let me tell you, seeing your own ponytail in front of your eyes is a really weird experience. It’s like that scene in Spaceballs where they teleport Mel Brooks and put his head on backwards. (And now you know what the subject of the post means and you can stop thinking that I have body issues.) We also dyed it a little and then he poofed it out for my party. Since I don’t like about 85% of pictures (seriously, I look really uncomfortable in the picture above, and that was the best of the bunch) taken of me and only 3 pictures were taken of me at my party, no visuals of the poofing exist in a way that I care to document on my own blog. So you’ll have to take my word that on Saturday night, I came close to achieving something that said, “This girl is from Jersey.”
