Wigs and such.

Well...this is it. I feel like this week has a been a countdown of days left that I have feeling "normal". Tomorrow, and for the next 4 months, my body will be pumped full of toxic drugs, otherwise known as chemo. One of these drugs actually has the nickname "the red death" because of it's cranberry color and toxicity. Oh joy. I'm more anxious than anything about tomorrow. I'm ready to see just exactly what I'm up against.

On a lighter note, I went shopping today with Jill. Wig shopping, that is. Wow was that an experience! We went to several different places. One shop we went to was perfect...if I were 60 or older. The majority of them are actually pretty real looking, though. I tried on some horrible wigs, just for fun. Even a platinum blonde one. Though with that one I'd need some really dark sunglasses, a scarf around my head, and be following a cheating husband. Something like this:

I even managed to toss a wig off my head and fling it across the room (with a smooth save by Jill) just by "brushing" it. I'll watch out for that in the future. Or better yet...if you see me with a brush in hand...run. You might get hit. :)