As if

major shopping -- for other people-- is not stressful enough,  my hair decides to create a few stresses of its own.  Yes, my hair decides to start doing its own shopping.. trying to get me to buy a gel here and a creme there.

And this one problem can splinter into hundreds of thousands of equally unruly strands.  You'd think a hat would shut them up, but noooo-- they just seem to get louder and louder.. being closer to my ears and all.

I wish I had the time and money to traipse over to the salon. I guess that would solve my problem.  But unfortunately create two more.. less money.. less time..   whine!

Comments

[Ralph Ivy]

Yeah, hair can be a drag. Hair doesn't make sense. I mean, like feathers, animals can fluff up their hair to scare off predators but doesn't help us much. Yes, we've all had moments when "the hair stood up on the back of my neck" which is a remanent of our own ability to do so...but...It just seems like it's no longer needed. Clothes and all. Hats. Wonder why Genes keep coding it in? I mean, come on, guys!

("I think you've sufficiently made your point," the muse says. "You're trying to justify or glorify or mystify or something, your going bald.")

well...Glad I dropped in.

Ralph

[Barbara]

Yes, hair is most curious. I've always wondered why most people have it mostly just on our heads. And we dress it up in so many wondrous ways. I dreamed last night about my hair, something was wrong with it and I asked an expert for advice about shampoo. I wanted to get something sticky out of my hair. Hmm . . . there's a message there, I think. One of those mysteries of life.

[Steve]

My hair can do what it wants,I'm just happy I still have it! People keep asking me why I dont dye the gray out; speaking as someone who spent the better part of the 80's with haired dyed black, green and blue (BIG Ol punk rock mohawk!), I dont want to tempt the Fates with any more chemical abuse on my scalp!