Or maybe I just burnt my nose hair

Last night, for New Year’s Eve, My Honey’s band was playing a party. I sent the kids to their grandmother’s house and off we went. The host house was relatively small, and the bands were extraordinarily loud so, as a unit, the wives listened from outside. I always explain that, between My Honey and I, one if us needs to be able to hear the kids sneaking out of the house in a couple of years. My Honey would appreciate this joke if he could hear it. HA! I kid. He hears every sarcastic thing I say.

The only problem with listening from outside was the cold. It was bitterly cold for a desert night. We’ve been running in the neighborhood of 50-55 degrees and then all of a sudden it was 30 degrees and raining. We were wearing shorts on Christmas for god’s sake. Yesterday, it rained all day and all night . That is until around 11. Then it snowed.

Seriously. Snow.

Photo borrowed from our friend and fellow author, Mary Tate Engles – find her at www.marytateengles.com

This is really unusual and therefore dramatic and exciting. First it was barely snow, then slushy snow, then lots of snow, and then HUGE gentle flakes to top everything off.

So there we wives were, most of the others were drunk or rapidly approaching so, I had a pocket full of candy kisses, and we liberated a box of cookies from the house. We huddled around an outdoor fireplace in the carport. The wood was wet so we had smoke. Lots of smoke. Thick, nasty, eye-watering inducing smoke.

By the time I came home I smelled like I’d been in a campfire for a week.

I washed my hair vigorously and then left the conditioner on for a really long time.

After I got dressed and took the towel from around my head, I smelled the unmistakable smell of burnt mesquite. (I made My Honey smell it like it was his fault. “Smell this! SMELL IT!” I said and shoved my head in his face. He puts up with a lot.)

ARRRRRRG! I marched back to the bathroom and shoved my head back under the faucet and used some rosemary shampoo and conditioner for another round.

An experimental sniff proved it was still a bit smoky. Oh my god. I’m going to have to shave my head. My daughter suggested I use her strawberry scented detangler.

So now I smell like a fire raged in a rosemary field and someone tried to put it out with strawberries.