Well, it's later tonight . . .

and real life has taken precedence. Ok, the refrigerator went out today. Sears can’t come until Tuesday. And in a mad dash to town, 20 miles away, to get some last minute things for my trip to appear at Cabela’s, I got a phone call reminding me that I had a TV interview at 6:15. It was 4:00 and I was nowhere near ready. I turned my car around and headed home in a panic. Grabbed an ice chest and a son and flew up to my friend’s place to get ice. Rushed home, and had same son load perishables into ice chest, while I frantically tried to tame the frightening ball of frizz my hair had become.

Hot, humid days don’t make for manageable hair–especially mine. The more I tried to flatten it, the hotter I got, and the less ready to appear on TV I felt. Oh my goodness. I am losing my mind.

I made it for the little 7 minute spot on the local station, and arrived home to finish getting ready for my trip tomorrow, only to be told, “Mom, the water heater is out.” No problem! It’s an automatic igniter. Easy breezy! I’ve had to light it a couple times in the past month, and yes I had wondered why.

But tonight, after three sessions, with a ten-minute wait between each one for the gas to dissipate, it still isn’t lit. Can someone please tell me pronto what I can do? My husband is out on the boat, and besides, I’m the handy man around here.

I have six people in this house. I have to wash this frizzy hair tomorrow, or they will NEVER, hear me, NEVER let me on the stage at Cabela’s. I will certainly frighten everyone away.

Going back to light the water heater again. Please wish me luck. Tarzan will have to wait. Too bad he’s not a handy man.