It 'centered' me, alright...
If by 'centered' we mean 'smoked my ass'.
Hoo-wee, man. Last thing I remember, after finishing off the equivalent of a full bottle of Takillya Rose, is going to the bathroom, realizing how hot it was and wanting to... not hafta have clothes on, but I also didn't want my hair sticking to every square inch of me either, so I took my nightshirt mostly off and left it on my head, around my hair, with my face clear of it. I looked like a kid trying to play "pretend ya have long hair with a towel or pillowcase wrapped round yer head". After I got done reading *ahem*, it suddenly occured to me just how good it would feel to lay down in air conditioning, so I did. This was around... noonish. Next thing I know it's 5:30. Whew. I'm alive. No hangover, either. Cool. I come out here and see that Nutjob has had a second kid this time. Lord, I hope she didn't play another round of 'hand-kitten' with this one... The kids are here and all the male people, including Jon, who just dropped in, are currently outside doing manly kindsa things... one group is gathered around a grill, cooking hotdogs and burgers and the other is dismantling the headlights on the 'Bird because they won't come or stay open without ya get outta the car, go under the hood and physically make the lift-thing lock in, so they stay up. Then, half the time, they won't both go down, either. Friggin' car drops more 'winks' with those headlights than a dirty old man. I, on the otherhand, am in here watching a 6 hour H.R. Puf-n-Stuf tape. I still need to finish the house. Run the vacuum, crap like that. Nothing major. I'm also going back to the store again. Forgot some stuff yesterday. I already asked George if he's gonna be here tomorrow and he said he is, so I'm gonna try AGAIN making one of those big-assed brefkistes and see he can actually BE HERE for once. Also, I think I've made up my mind to get my hair styled. Not CUT. Styled. Yes, I know they're gonna hafta use scissors, but, they don't need to do any more than trim the back, for what I want done. Matter of fact, the only hair I'm even putting at risk is the hair on the front third to half of my head. That, I want 'layered', or whatever the hell they call that style I had back in high school. It was GORGEOUS back then, my hair was and it's gonna be again. I'll be taking pictures with me of that style, so it oughta come out right. If not, I'll just calmly remove the scissors from the stylist's hands and plunge them into her eyeball. What? Seems about right to me... you mess up the way I look and I mess up the way YOU look... as in 'with both eyes', for instance. Be back in a bit...Peace
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Dear Stevie - Careful with those scissors, darlin'. Most hairdressers are hard-wired to think they know better than you do what to "take off". When you say, "Just a trim", they think that's up to six inches. You might consider printing up your post, (threat), and handing it to her before you get in the chair. Just sayin'. Besides, I think you're gorgeous just the way you are. Love, Terry
Posted by: Terry Reynolds at July 04, 2004 09:51 AM (2897m)
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Stevie, you should do one of those BEFORE and AFTER photos if you're going to revamp the hair.
I'm certain that we'd all love to see the change and compliment you on it.
Have a GREAT Fourth of July!!
I'm certain that we'd all love to see the change and compliment you on it.
Have a GREAT Fourth of July!!
Posted by: Mad Mikey at July 04, 2004 03:06 PM (oU7Lv)
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