NOT MY DAY! HAIRCUT DISASTER! OH Boy. Why ME. . . So it was FINALLY time for my hair appt. I really needed to get my hair done (old-fashioned term, huh? "Got my hair done") b/c the roots were long, gray, and - well.... disgusting. So I made the appt for roots and a few foils, plus trim. I love my stylist b/c she's great with color & cuts. But styling - - uh... not so much. Hairdressers are always bugging me to let them "do" my hair curly since it's naturally curly. I hate curly hair but yesterday I conceded and let her have her way with it. HAVE HER WAY INDEED! I mean, OMG AND GREAT BALLS OF FIRE it turned out butt U G L Y!! Ghastly ringlets all over, and of course finished off with 2 gallons of cement-like GOO so I couldn't comb it out or anything. I mean, you should have seen this! I looked like a mentally-challenged poodle. She made my bangs straight and the top FLAT, and then over-the-moon CURLY everywhere else. If you can imagine that... we're talking straight-as-a-board bangs that hung down to the middle of my eyebrows, Morticia-style, from Addams Family. Then about a thousand little cutesy ringlets ala' Shirley Temple, all over everywhere EXCEPT THE TOP which was so flat you could have ironed a shirt up there. Looked like that dork Dragnet guy - - Jack Webb? Jack Friday?? To add insult to injury, when she was finished (I'm always too "NICE" to complain or make them do it over. I wish I wasn't such a doormat! Musn't hurt anybody's feelings, dontchaknow, so I go off looking like Betty Boop for the rest of the day. And I even gave her a TIP FOR CHRISSAKE! What is the matter with me!?) Anyway..... when I walked from her work station up to the front to pay, several women were standing around the front desk yacking up a storm. When I walked up all of a sudden everybody got STONE SILENT. I mean - awkward, cut-it-with-a-knife SILENCE where you know for a fact everybody's thinking "You've got to be kidding me. Oh my. THAT poor woman. What was SHE thinking?" I tried to smile but I was real nervous so my mouth was dry and when I smiled, my lips got hung up on my solid-metal BRACES - (easily mistaken for coathangers). I HATE THESE DANG BRACES! CAN'T WAIT 'TIL THEY'RE OFF! Anyway, smiling and showing my braces just made matters worse, of course, and if I didn't look and feel like UGLY BETTY I don't know what. Remember the old days when we'd come home from the hairdresser (which we could only afford once every 2 years) and CRY for 2 days straight?? This totally reminded me of that time in my life. I didn't cry but I sure swore a lot. Well - today it's better since I took a fire hose to it and then shampooed for 45 minutes, put GIANT rollers in and sat under the scalding hot hairdryer for hours. NO MORE CURLS!!! OK I have to sign off now because John just called with an emergency: "HURRY! Go into Netflix right NOW and put "The Sopranos First Season" at the top of our queue! We got the 2nd season yesterday but we've never seen first season!" So I must rush on and get that done. THIS IS IMPORTANT! Love you all! - P  ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ |
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