The Daily WORD is HAIRCUT
“Is love gift,” Dolly exclaimed when I tried to give her gaudy-awful wall hanging for cutting my hair. (Vasanti sanctioned the gift, so I assumed it was not tacky.) I convinced Dolly to take it then braved the mirror to see what a love gift looks like.
Short. ( I wanted it short.)
Bourbon, please. Straight up. Yes, the whole bottle.
I remember the Christmas ornaments the kids made in school — the Mother’s Day gifts – the Valentines
I look back in the mirror and see “love gift” with a more enlightened spirit. Even so, the saving grace in this hirsute fiasco is that I don’t have to look at me.
P.S. Still waiting for a Fred sighting. Now I can scare him into the Middle East and turn his plastic singing crickets into industrial waste.