scary scary
“i just decided right now that i have got to get my hair cut or i will die,” i said to Maria when i got back from the bathroom.
“i know how that goes,” she said.
so i called my local Cole’s Salon to see if i could get in with sweet, sweet Abby. no such luck, it appears that abby is no longer with the salon. i was crushed for a few minutes, but then i remembered how i went through this same thing with Mary a few years back. i forged ahead. . . making an appointment with an unknown entity. i figure, it’s only hair.
after i made the appointment (for 5 p.m. today), i turned to Maria with my grief. i needed someone. she talked me through the mourning period. with her help i came to realize that change is a good thing. this will be for the best, and yes, i admited. . . i hadn’t been so happy with the last few cuts from abby.
hopefully, if all goes well, i’ll be totally cute tonight.
