I’ll tell you what’s weird.
When you’re sitting in the hairdresser’s chair getting highlights, and every now and then your hairdresser comes back and opens your tinfoil packages to inspect the strands of hair within, and after awhile she starts to look concerned and then finally she goes and whispers something to her boss.
He comes over, opens some of your tinfoil packages, looks alarmed, and the two of them retreat to the corner and start whispering in Lebanese, all the while shooting troubled glances in your general direction.
And then, all nonchalant-like, your hairdresser comes over and quietly asks you if you’re on any medication.
THAT’S weird.
Oh, Jesus. Tell me you don’t have green hair.
Purple? Green? Polka dotted? Do tell us you still HAVE hair.
Um yeah, do you still have hair???
oh dear… Now I’m worried for you…
Oh oh!….not pink, I hope?! orange???
Weird?! That’s scary! The chemicals they use in hair salons are really pretty serious, and I always wonder what math skills beauticians (I love that word, even if it isn’t appropriate for this case) have – after all, too much put on or even the “right” amount left on for too long wouldn’t be good.
However, since you are calmly blogging, I’m sure you’re fine and the highlights look splendid.
Just don’t let the sparklers on the cake set fire to your newly (high)lit hair!!!
Oh wow… now you have to tell us what happened!
With pictures!
You are likely to conflagrate … spontaneously … and you are headed for my place??? Thank god the lake is close by!
It’s even weirder when your doctor looks in your eyes, peers down your throat, pokes around your private areas and then asks you if you have highlights!!
Holy shit, Zoom! Are you ok?
I think the word you were looking for is “alarming”, not weird.
Woman, finish the story! Please!
Who is the hairdresser and which salon!
When I saw you at 1:30, I meant to say that your hair looked great – did you go after we met? Why? Can’t you see that the suspense is making us all crazy? You’ve even got 4D calling me and fretting!
Zoomy, Zoomy, Zoomy, you are such a tease!
And you can get away with it because you’ve built up all sorts of blogging good will.
And fellow readers, relax, did you not notice that this is filed under F. the Whole Enchilada and not under C. Death, Mayhem, and the Collapse of Civilization
We love you whatever your follicle follies. What’s the worst? Bald-headed Lena, has anybody seen her….(thanx Lovin’ Spoonful) More like something was supposed to be chestnut turned out blondie. Yer still formidable…
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Oh dear. That’s scary, not weird.
And now you’re going to make me wait until tomorrow for the rest of the story.
Fess up lady. I’ve got my finger on the button ready to cancel a much needed appointment. . .
Gee I would have thought that question should have been asked before you sat down! It’s akin to being dead and then asking you what type of coffin you would like! Seriously this should always be discussed if you are on medication. Even my Optician, dentist etc., asks me about my medications. Think about the medications many people take that are applied by patches to the skin, i.e. insulin, heart etc. The skin is very sponge like in what it absorbs and everything should be a concern when applied to your skin.
You know what’s anticlimactic? I’ll tell you what’s anticlimactic. It’s when someone tells you an alarming story about alarmed hairdressers saying alarming things, and then doesn’t finish the story and then finally comes back and tells you everything turned out just fine, the highlights just took a long time is all. And not only that, it happened two weeks ago.
That’s what’s anticlimactic.
BRAT!!!
Phew! Meow!
We need a pic to prove you are still with us. One holding today’s newspaper would be good
Did you tip?
I was going to suggest cute hats!
I haven’t cut my hair since December. Forget the highlights & hats; I want dreadlocks. I’m hoping it improves my songwriting.