Unfortunately, I missed a day on my A-Z post schedule, inspiration provided by Arlee Bird. (I’m #327 on the list!) So, today’s post is brought to you by the letter B! (Whereas it should be C…silly me!).
I’m going to share a personal little story today. I am not, like a previous post states falsely, going to Azerbaijan, nor am I a banker…
But I do have something in common with the above banker.
Last night, while relaxing, I grabbed a strand of hair on my forehead pulled it down, and realized how long it actually was. (I don’t like getting haircuts!) Well, it had been bothering me, but it did not bother me before as much as it did tonight. So, rather than wait for my next haircut appointment (whenever THAT was going to be!), I went for…yes…the scissors!!!
How hard could it be, really? You grow hair, it comes out of your forehead, you take a pair of scissors, and SNIP!!! it’s gone, and down to size!
I stood in the mirror, pulled the strand of hair down, and took the plunge.
Well, I was able to get a few laughs from it. Now, I didn’t comb my wet hair this morning, and my now-straight-as-nails bangs have dried in a crazy sort of wave. It’s looking like, after tragedy has struck, it just may be doable.
Okay, so the resemblance I have with the banker that I mentioned…See the guy in the picture above? That’s kinda what my hair looks like now. 😦
If you’re clever enough, and know how to laugh, you too may be able pull yourself out of epic failure!!!