Off with her head!

I did it. I chopped off my luscious long, curly locks today.

Mainly because:
1. I didn't think they were so luscious anymore. The dry climate in France wreaked havoc and reduced my $950 hair-do to a mess of tangled hay. It literally hurt when I washed my hair.
2. I was fed up and needed a change. (in more ways than one...a woman never chops off her hair "just for the heck of it")
3. Hair will always grow back.
4. I really wanted to shave my head on July 1st in support of the cancer charity.

My hair sensei Shunji-san was supportive, and did a fab job (as always). So that was my happy thing for the day. I've never walked out of his salon feeling unhappy with his work. You don't get to be Cindy Crawford and Donna Karan's personal hairstylist by being crap.

My packing is not going well (I hate packing!). In a week, I leave for France. In a month I leave for Turkey for the next 3 years. Snails have it good. They simply get up n glide along when they need to move to another country with everything already nicely packed on their backs.

As if my anxiety level is not already high enough, at the moment, the MIL is being a pain in the ass..again. Sigh.
And this is the only place I can rant about it. So bear with me.

I guess all MILs will be so at some point in time, no matter how hard the DIL tries to please. Cos they're just wired like that - subconciously, subversively suspicious and displeased, programmed to drive DILs up the wall every now and then. It's been happening since time immemorial. Case in point: decades ago, one of my aunts was so damn mad and frustrated at the MIL that she splashed bottles of nail polish all across the MIL's bedspread. Jackson Pollock's ghost smiled on approvingly.

Note to self: If I ever do become a MIL one someday, I promise I'll try to behave and not be a biatch.

Today I spent 5 hours trying to lay out pages in PowerPoint. Which is quite pathetic considering there were only 7 pages to lay out into a booklet for our French wedding mass. Something I didn't really think was necessary in the first place, but it was just sprung on me last minute by the MIL, ONE WEEK before I leave for FRANCE!!!!!!!!!! ARGGGGGGGGGGGGH. Multiple Hokkien expletives exploding in brain.

But it would make the husband happy, so I did it.

Anyways, it took 5 damn frustrating hours because:
1. All the text kept running whenever I edited something.
2. Text boxes kept disappearing.
3. Mystery symbols and widget like items appeared when I did printouts n I couldn't figure out where the hell they came from.
4. I'm absolute pants at PowerPoint.

At the end of it all, the MIL was still not satisfied. The printers were kind and super efficient (I love Singapore!!) enough to rush out the covers and deliver them to my house WITHIN 4 hours. But guess what? In spite of all this effort, I'm still WAITING for the MIL's final approval before I can proceed to print, photocopy and bind the booklets.

In times like these, I repeat to myself, "I love my husband. I love my husband" all Dorothy-like. (When she closes her eyes, clicks her heels and chants "There's no place like home. There's no place like home", wishing to be transported far far away from the land where she killed the big bad witch and back to Kansas.) If only a bucket of water did the trick for me too.