A BLUE DAY

I feel just like this kitty!

I’m having a bad hair day since…. Friday!

My beloved BB, a man after my own heart, bought me a gift certificate for Christmas. A beautiful silver metallic ticket for one day of pleasure and relaxation at the new Spa annd Wellness Center. I felt like Charlie Buckett finding the golden ticket in the Movie “Willa Wonka and the Chocolate Factory”. I knew this place was luxurious, I had previously peeked through the windows to catch a glance of the world of SPADOM. What lay before me was thick draping fabrics, leopard skin lounging “come hether” chairs, purple and gold painted walls, and skinny people struting their hip huggers, belly shirts, and black boots. Just a little intimadating but enticing.

I have been going to the some girl at another salon for the past 5 years. She did a wonderful job with my hair cuts and foils. She knew what lightly dusted meant. She never screwed up ever!

I was way to excited about going to the factory opps I meant the spa, I didn’t take into account the riskiness of going some place new. Note to self: you should never try something new with a 22 year-old stylist you don’t know very well –oh well a little late now for my note to self. A whole lot of good it did me. I met up with my stylist a hip young girl with bleach blonde spikey hair. I explained about how tired I was of getting foils due to the cost and many trips to the salon. She decided to screw up I mean make an honest effort into dying my hair back to it’s natural color-dish water blonde and than add some beautiful golden highlights. I haven’t had my natural hair color since the 10th grade when I dyed it blonde for the Van Halen concert.

We selected colors from the sample hairs and than she was off mixing in the backroom.–for a very long time. I sat back in the chair excited about how fabulous my hair was going to be. She came back with her concoction and went to work on my hair, while I sipped Seattles Best Coffee and read Cosmo and Glamour.

An hour later, she rinsed my hair wrapped it up in a towel and had me go back to my chair. I was excited with anticipation of a new fabulous me–She unwrapped my hair while I starred into the mirror–I was a red head!

The first thing that came to my mind was great this is just so fitting for me to have red hair because I will look so cute standing beside Karrot Top. We had tickets to see him at the local casino. That very night-

I was to bashful to tell her that my hair looks like shit I mean unbecoming of me. I thanked her with a $10.00 tip.

The next day I called up the salon to see if I could make another appointment. I told the receptionist my situation and she was going to have my stylist came in on her day off. I just couldn’t do that to this poor young single mother. I opted to make an appointment for Monday.

Today is now Wednesedy and I have just made my third appointment you see my hair is now

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,BLUE