Cliff Stockton is a friend of ours who happens to own Northwest Building Supply in Oklahoma City. We were able to get many items from his company for our new house. Yesterday, he called Chris up and asked if they could film a commercial for his business in our home. We obliged and were happy to help. When they arrived, Cliff informed me that he’ll need me to sit in and be the “consumer” in the commercial. “I don’t think so,” I said cocking my head to the side to show some attitude. But, he’s a salesman…a darn good one and now, yours truly, will be on TV. I absolutely looked like death warmed over. While I work from home, make no mistake about it…I still dress like a woman who stays home. For you men folk who may not know what that means, it means that I look at my day each morning to decide whether or not a shower and make-up is even a necessity and whether or not I need to take off my work-out clothes. I’m just sayin’. Anyway, while I bathe and am a relatively clean person, I chose yesterday to just throw the hair up into a barrette. I did, however, put on a little bit of eye liner and mascara to darken up these baby blues that I have simply because we went to the Home Depot and I didn’t want to frighten any of the employees. Another detrimental issue for me is my hair situation. My last cut and color was in late October. My roots are dark and I’ve actually seen a few grays take up residence. Dear Lord. (My hairdresser has been out of commission for the last few months as their family is dealing with a trauma with her grandson.) About a month ago in my hair despair, I could no longer endure the length and decided to go to….dare I say it? Pro-Cuts. Stop it. I know what you are going to say. Hear me out. I’ve been to many a Pro-Cuts in my life. I’ve walked in and usually just asked for a trim. Trims are easy, and I always walked out with a trim. Never a problem. Until that fateful early February day. The young man who “trimmed” my hair must have never attended a hair-cutting school. To this day, I have no idea what he did. It looks AW-FUL. I have tried to do a plethora of things to make my botched up hairdo look better, but to no avail. The only saving grace for this disaster is that I don’t have to leave the house too often because I don’t have a “real” job where I have to say, leave the house or put on shoes or even run a comb through my hair. And now I’m going to be a movie star on television. My only request from you, my internet peeps who live in the Oklahoma City area, is to please turn your head when you see the next Northwest Building Supply commercial. You’ll thank me later.