I have to go to the hairdresser in a little while. I hate going to the hairdresser. The last time I really liked my hair was around 1978. I loved my Farah Fawcett hair! Since then nothing but dread. And I have had some really ugly haircuts as my kids are happy to point out when looking at old pictures. It is hard to tell the hairdresser what to do while simultaneously avoiding the mirror. Even with my glasses off there is that giant mirror right splat in front of me. I guess some people like staring at themselves for forty-five minutes? Some people have stage fright. I have mirror fright.
Inga and Erik have an evacuation drill today at school followed up later in the day by a Pep rally. Erik wants to know if he can go out for the Pep rally and keep right on walking all the way home. Not a big football fan. The evacuation drill is the modern day equivalent of the "old duck and cover drills". This time they are preparing for an event where they need to move 2,000 kids to another location in ten minutes. Crazy. Shudder the thought. Imagine trying to move that many teenagers quickly? I recommend texting and candy.
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I never had a Farh Fawcett, but I had a Pamela (from Dallas), of which I was very proud. In fact I think I was sporting it in the Utrecht picture on Karl's blog.
I dislike the small talk at the hairdressers. I'd rather just sit with my own thoughts and just kind of zone out (thus avoiding too much mirror) - I do find it relaxing to have someone handle my hair.
Thanks for sharing pictures of your 'kids' Cindy
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