I have been doing it wrong!

Sam came upstairs and asked me if I could help her back comb her hair...or something like that. My first answer was "No" which was apparently the wrong answer. So, I went over to help. After only a few seconds of trying, I was told "No thank you. I think I can do this myself." In my defense, I have NO idea what I was trying to do. Seemed to me that I was putting more knots in her hair rather than combing them out.

I asked why she didn't just buy a "bump it" *as shown on TV*, to which she replied that she had one but her hair wasn't thick enough so it didn't work.

Then she stopped combing for a minute and I asked if she was done. No, she just had to put a few more knots in. All these years I have been doing it wrong! I combed her hair, my own, and her sisters, to remove the knots when, apparently, I was supposed to be ADDING knots.

Finally the work is done and the hair is finished. It looks pretty good (don't tell her I said that). I think I will stick with combing mine out and leaving it or putting it into a pony tail. It is easier, and by the looks of the products Sam uses, it is cheaper, too!

Sam is home

Even if I didn't see Sam, I would know when she is home. My load of dishes goes up--a LOT. Not that I mind, but a new cup every time you get a drink? *sigh*.

My food disappears. It is like having a mouse in the house that can get into every cupboard, fridge and knows how to use the microwave! My raisins disappeared. Then my yogurt went missing. The apple cider (for my mulled apple cider) started getting lower in the container. She says "Blame Dad." Dad doesn't like yogurt, raisins or apple cider. Her solution? Blame him anyway.

I find dirty dishes everywhere. On the table, on the counters, on the floor, the computer desk...wherever the "mouse" has been, it leaves dirty dishes...and wrappers. Gum wrappers, bar wrappers, the plastic that crackers are wrapped in. Nothing is left untouched.

At least she doesn't eat meat. If she did, the freezer would be totally empty and I would have to lock the cats and dogs up for fear she would get a craving for meat in the middle of the night.

For now, I will buy groceries when necessary and restock when Miss Mouse goes back to University.