The Saddest Day.

It's a sad day when I laugh myself to tears because my hairstylist-- my hairstylist!-- discovers that I am an admirer of Harry Potter, and begins to imitate Peeves the Poltergeist.
Down to reaching over to Stephanie (another stylist whom I go to frequently, and who had come over to talk), grabbing her nose, and screeching, "GOT YOUR CONK!"
Sometimes I wonder if I'm twenty in dog years.