The sun is shining, and as Jack Black said in The Holiday, “…we are going to go celebrate being young and being alive.”

Okay… youngish.

Definitely alive.

For St. Paddy’s Day, I wore green leprechaun smiley face earrings, had my version of a super tidy: eyebrows threaded and tinted — not green though — and the hair cut into a WOB. The G-Pup gets a super tidy, too. It costs about the same.

Why fight destiny? It’s the natural state of my curly hair. For those of you who don’t know, a WOB is a wavy Bob. And this turned out to be fortuitous, because my hair was lifted straight up by the wind when I left the stylist. More than once. With a WOB, that doesn’t matter so much. A WOB is slightly more civilized than bed head on steroids. Just sayin’.

The Bob is timeless. Classic.

Everything old is new again.

Watching Friends on Netflix, I saw the hairstyles of all the characters change through the ten seasons. Rachel (Jennifer Aniston) whacked her hair into a Bob and later wore the WOB. I love it on January Jones — so versatile — and Sienna Miller. Just Google.

We saw The Imitation Game last week. We were the only two people in the theater, which was kinda freaky. If I hadn’t been so riveted to the silver screen, I would have tried out every seat. I didn’t feel compelled to turn off my smartphone. It was a verra fine film. A verra fine film, indeed. Go see it.

By contrast, we went to see Cinderella yesterday. The first theater we hit was sold out. March Break. The second theater wasn’t. We settled in with the masses and watched the story of Cinderella unfold. I loved all the performances right down to the the mice, lizards, and goose, but Cate Blanchett and Helena Bonham Carter were the stand out performances for me. It was magic. Go see it.

Cinderella put me in mind of this Beatles song.

Elen brain.

Sing it, Kit.

I mean, Paul.

Here be Hump Day.

Let’s just celebrate right over it.

Elen