So I woke up this morning with Mickey Mouse hands. Can I tell you Mickey Mouse hands look MUCH better on Mickey than they do on me! But here is a thought. What if I called the people at Disney and said that I am Mickey’s long lost great great great granddaughter. Maybe then they would ship me to Disney and let me work there! However, the cover would be blown as soon as they saw I didn’t have big black ears and a mousy tail. This would be followed by a squad car waiting to haul me away in a strait jacket.
My hair hates me. I mean it always has, even when I was younger. You put curlers in; you turn up looking like Bozo. You want it to go one way, and it goes the other. Well now my hair hates me due to my meds, etc. etc. Each time I enter the shower it is like a spider has decided to live there and spin a massive amount of webs. It is like some horror movie where I am trying to move but can’t because I am tangled in a web. However, it is not the webs I am tangled in, it is my hair. How CRUEL!! I already have fine hair and for it to decide to come out is just not nice. I am hoping with the million dollar shampoo I am using, the hair will stay on my head. I also believe the Police song Wrapped Around My Fingers was written for me and talking about my hair. Instead of singing some random tune in the shower, maybe this should be my new anthem. Maybe the singing will scare my hair into staying on my head instead of, you guessed it, wrapped around my fingers. Also, if anyone knows any producer for B movies in which a lady gets tangled up in her own hair, let me know. Hmmm, would this movie even be worthy of a B rating?
I was excited when I saw that I had one follower on my blog. How exciting! This person happens to be an old friend, and I can say old because I am in my 40’s and have known her since grade school. This friend, whose name is Deanna, just lived a block away. Her house was so cool because she had a screened in porch attached to her garage. Besides that, she had the cutest dog, a dachshund named Dash. I used to love going there not only for the screened in porch, but to see this cute little dog. Can I also tell you how grown up you feel, while in grade school, getting to play in this screened in porch, complete with snacks at times! Deanna and I would travel back and forth to each other’s houses daily. We were really good girls….HONEST!!
As always, you grow up and go different ways. But those memories are always there. It can be a song that can take you back and make you remember. Or, just your mind wandering. I feel I could write a country song about now. I am so glad to say that I have reconnected with Deanna through our friend Facebook. Even though we haven’t seen each other in years, I still consider her one of my very first friends.
Have a great day everyone. Remember to laugh loudly and smile.
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