Oct 02 2007
A bad hair day
My only bad hair day occurs on the day that I get hair cut. No matter what kind of cut I get, long or medium or short, trim, layer, or where I get it cut, $120 in a salon or $8 at a barber shop .. I’m not happy. Dislike it. Pumpkin was late from her tennis, so when I picked her up at 6:45 - a long day, I asked “how did it go?” She was about to say something, then caught herself dead, ‘you got hair cut??? Now you look old.’
“OK, I finally look my age.”
“You look like a man.” OK, you have two daddies.
“Who cut your hair? Alan?” Ya. She was silent.
“So you won’t go to him next time?” She looked at me, ‘no, I like him’.
“What exactly did you tell him [to cut]?”
“Oh, I asked for a crew cut.”
“Mom!!”
“Alright, I just told him that I wanted short and mentioned that I liked one of his hair dressers’ cut.” I asked Alan “Did you cut his?” Alan replied with pride, “yes.” He said he’ll take care of my hair, as usual.
Hair cut for me, no matter who cuts it, never comes out right. But maybe I shouldn’t complain too much since my hair needs no maintenance. We have hair dryers, but it never used by me. Even Alan knows he doesn’t need to dry blow mine. He always jokes, ‘here are the gels, mouses, brushes .. do whatever you want .. I should charge less ..’
lol … Pumpkin is still saying, ‘why would you ruin your hair…’ Go have dinner and don’t talk while you’re eatin, love.