The bigger the hair, the closer to God

So, I would be remiss I didn't tell you guys the lights are out at the House of Hall. It's a long story but no, we are not trailer trash who failed to pay the bills. If you were my facebook friend you would know the story but noooOOOooo, you gotta be all hatin the facebook yo! Yeah, I'll looking at you Earl!And HEFF!!

We still have water, hot water at that. We have a handy new grill too. We can make soup and p b and j sammiches. I will be grilling burgers tonight that should all thawed out. And we can make rice. It's all good.

What I bemoan, what makes me o so sad, is the flatness of my hair. Without the AC/DC juice, the hair of Mrs. Hall, it is flat. My 100 dollar hair dryer sits and waits, wanting to be dutiful. But no, it is not to be for a bit. So my thick brown hair just lays there, neglected. And my make up is put on in low light. This is disturbing to me. I just feel all wonky.

But, never fear. We'll bust out the tent and make an adventure out of this. We'll have smores and everything.

And I'll try not to panic because this weekend Mr. Hall will be away on business. And it's going to be rainy. And there will be no access to movies for the kids. Or Wii. Which means I'll most likely go insane. And that will be fitting, I mean, have you ever seen anyone have good hair in a straight jacket?