Jenny J.

There came a point this week when I hit a new low.

I was in a drive through ordering a double-single when I realized my debit card might have expired. At that point I decided I shouldn't have worn my pajamas to pick up a burger. Then I noticed that my car's hood was smoking. With no escape I planned my most genuinely surprised face. So that when my card was declined I could make "oh no today's the first isn't it" believable. Then I started adding the amount of time it would take to drive to my house, dig through mail, activate new card, drive back to burger joint to pay for cold fries. I heaved a sigh and thought "Rebecca Larson would never be sitting in the drive through in her pajamas ordering a double single with a smoking engine and an expired debit card".

Rebecca Larson is a fake name but she represents a very real person. I can think of a few Rebecca Larsons to compare myself to. She eats salad for lunch and one that she probably threw together herself because she keeps her fridge stocked with salad ingredients. She doesn't go through drive through food joints very often and when she does it is not in her pajamas. She doesn't have a pile of mail somewhere with a shiny new debit card. And her engine isn't smoking.

Things got better.

First of all the card went through. Secondly I had a double-single, delicious! Third I called my sister and she made me feel better.

Lastly, a few hours later I paid a visit to Jenny J. She took me from two inches of root regrowth to rock star. If there comes a point in your life when you need to be made into a rock star, call Jenny J. She is really good at doing hair. She works at Hair-Do. She is a working mom. She has a degree in nutrition, making her a well rounded, intelligent glamour technician.

If you want Jenny's info leave me a comment and I will send it to you.