Yesterday I got all spiffed up and stepped out. In public. I thought I looked good so I felt good. When I got home I happened to run my hand over the back of my head. There on the crown was a huge tuft of hair, a snarl the size of a tornado. I reminded myself of one of those really old women on buses going downtown, the ones who wear big dots of rouge on their cheeks and only comb the front of their hair. Just the part they can see.
2 comments:
stop it! you are killing me with laughter! you could never look like one of those ladies on the bus.you will be cool, crisp and fine no matter what your age.
wendyxo
And besides that I don't own any rouge!
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