93 is the new black

happy tuesday ladies!! i spent my president's day 1). not working, for the first time in YEARS, and it was amazzzzinnnnng...and 2). being forced into manual labor via the hubs. but i did get to use a chainsaw, so that made it better.

also realized, today is my 2 year and one month blogiversary!! apparently...i forgot about it last month. oopsies.

i also got a life lesson this weekend from an amazing woman.
see that sweet-looking, white haired lady in the middle?

that's my grandma. she's 93.

and don't let that sweet look on her face fool you...she is a SPITFIRE. and i love it.

she can't see much anymore, but she still lives on her own and gets around really well...and one of the places she goes is her weekly hair appointment.

every friday, she gets her permanent done, and those white curls stay the whole week.

except recently...they didn't.

so what does my grandma do when her permanent doesn't hold the way she thinks it ought to?

does she just let bygones be bygones and figure next week will be better?

HECK. NO.

my grandma first went to A DIFFERENT STYLIST IN THE SAME SALON (ballsy enough right there) to get it fixed...and when her orginal lady called to find out why she didn't tell her it was wrong or come to her?

my grandma told her SHE COULD GO TO HELL. and hung up on her.

i strive to be as awesome as she is one day.