Singles' Day and Salons

China has become normal to us now, I think.

Or at least, for the most part.

I find myself saying "Oooh, China" and shaking my head a whole lot less. 

But then I found out about Singles' Day.

A day where single people are supposed to go out and mingle.

11/11

This year it's a Sunday, today, and that puts a damper on things, I'm sure.

I've also heard that, like Valentine's day, it is a highly commercialized effort to get people to buy romantic gobbledygook.

And anywho, I'm not single.

I finally visited a salon with a coworker of mine today. All my split ends, and styling woes have disappeared. 

I had taken a picture of an article in The Beijinger about what to say, and what to listen for, but thankfully my coworker took care of all the translation needs, and I am quite happy with my cut.

I'm doubly happy that I didn't have to stress about every pronunciation detail, perhaps saying that I wanted bangs, or layers, or a faux-hawk. 

I could not successfully rock a faux-hawk.

Super Husband's midterms are this week, so he is a stick in the mud. 

Buried under a pile of textbooks and notes, mumbling to himself like a crazy man in Chinglish.

Okay, that last bit might be tad exaggerated.

But he is studying hard, and I've been pinning things on Pinterest. 

Educational resources, of course... and... well, uhm, a bunch of yummy recipes, too. 

I really, really need to get a toaster oven. 

That way I could at least make myself a cookie.

Or some baked zucchini chips.

Or personal lasagna rolls.

I miss my kitchen.

And now it's time to hit the hay.

Study the backs of our eyelids, instead of textbooks.