I went back to the World Trade Center / September 11 hair salon. For the first time in five years, I made an appt. It was a Saturday, after all, so there were probably going to be hoards of folks looking to have their haircut. As it turns out, that was not the case at all. In fact, when I got there there was only one woman having her hair cut (by the lady I made the appt. with) and the rest of the hairdressers were standing around chatting.

The lady having her hair cut told everyone there about the pact she made with her sister, when they both moved to the retirement home: they promised to pluck each others� chin hairs. You know, because, according to her, her kids just weren�t going to do it. And you thought the WTC Salon atmosphere couldn�t get any better, right?

I usually get the bad haircut that makes me look like the little boy from Who�s the Boss? This time, I look like the missing member of The Human League. They had a dark haired and a blonde girl, so I think they really do need one with reddish hair. Right?

After becoming the very height of early 80�s new wave, I headed off to the mall to buy a bathing suit. Buying a bathing suit is never pleasant (think every Cathy cartoon strip ever written) but it was especially tough to find the first suit I�ve owned since �91, after giving birth.

I have a merchandise credit at Marshall Fields, but all their suits were still $80 or so even after discounts and there was no way I was going to spend that much, merchandise credit or not. I wanted to go to JC Penney�s, but I got lost (in Fairlane, mall of my youth, of all places) and ended up at Sear�s instead.

Why are there no 1 piece suits to be had? That�s why I didn�t buy one at Target. Any how, I found a 2 pice combo that would suffice. And thus ends the bathing suit saga.