When I went downstairs to go do my live segment at WCBS yesterday morning, my car hadn’t arrived.

And rather than risk being late by waiting around, I decided to grab a yellow cab.

I didn’t run back upstairs to get a hat. I just started walking to the corner to hail a taxi.

Walked fast with the snow coming down on me.

And rain. The rain snow came down on me.

I waited in the dirty slush puddle for a yellow cab. My hair was still in the bun I put it in to go to bed.

I always put my hair up in a bun. Occasionally when I take it out the bun, I comb it. Maybe brush it too for good measure.

This morning, I was even more neglectful than usual to my hair. So in the bun it stayed.

The hair stylist at WCBS didn’t touch my hair. He asked what I wanted to do and I said “nothing because it’s a major mess.”

Did the segment, came home and went on Twitter (of course!) to find several emails from viewers, a few Facebook messages and a tweet by Liz about how I looked -

I love Liz but I seriously can’t understand why she thought my hair looked good.

Here’s a screen shot for you so you can see what she saw -

After seeing her Tweet, I was on the phone with my mother and she said my hair has looked better. lol Which is exactly what I was thinking.

I’m really surprised by the reaction I received just because my hair had a few waves in it. I guess having someone blow dry it straight for twenty minutes just isn’t necessary anymore.

Then I asked a friend (and another!) who told me my hair looked like bedroom hair.

This is a composite of both of their conversations with me -

H:     It looks like bedroom hair.
It looks like bedroom hair. Sexy!

Me:     So I look like how all the viewers look when they wake up. Yeah, we are all on the same page.

H:     No it looks like you were at your boyfriend’s apartment overnight and grabbed a shirt and ran over there to do the segment.

Me:     It looks like I didn’t shower? Ew. Gross.

H:     No it looks like you were out late last night, went over a guy’s house had sex and did the walk of shame directly to work.

Me:     That would explain a lot of the emails I received when I got home.

H:    You look like the hotness.

Me:    Should I aim to look like the hotness more in 2009?

H:     Well it was Global Orgasm Day so you definitely helped some of those viewers out.

Me:    Glad someone’s having fun in that department *sigh*

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Woke up this morning to find video of snow coming down in Milwaukee on my local news.

I kept thinking, Oh look at those people getting all that snow. We don’t get snow like that in Manhattan.

Watched the ticker tape of school closings along the bottom of the screen. For schools my children don’t attend.

No snow day.

Off to school they went. And I set off to do an errand two errands.

I wouldn’t return home until five hours later.

We got snow. Not Milwaukee snow. But definitely snow.

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See the problem with Twitter is that sometimes at a real quick first glance it looks like you sent a tweet when it was just someone replying to you.

Either way, this morning I received quite a few emails. From people taking very quick first glances.

Some of them agreeing with the tweet I did not write. Some just asking questions … But still…

To make things even funnier, I saw another tweet from someone else. It’s not like he can’t see these tweets!

I think I should help the friend who did in fact send that very public tweet. It being the holidays and all.

And what better way to do that than by providing her with mistletoe etiquette.

You know, in case he comes out of her fortune cookie before the year is over.

(Notice I’m not saying his name at all and I keep repeating I didn’t write that tweet … hahaha I’m ridiculous.)

Anyway, according to kissing expert Andrea Demirjian, mistletoe is the ultimate 007 “license to kiss”, so listen up my friend, she says –

Make sure your “randy radar” is on to figure if it should be gingerbread sweet, or a wee bit saucier. Who knows, he might snog you right back!

Good tip for when you’re going to see that hunky mall Santa or well, whomever else.

I’m going to buy a couple copies of Andrea’s book, Kissing, to give to friends this year. Not to worry ladies, they’ll be in the mail shortly.

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