Dec 15, 2010 - 11:30 pm
So she goes to a new salon, with a picture of a gorgeous brunette with the "exact cut that I would kill to get", .....several attempts have failed to reach the perfection found in said photo.
One week after her 2nd bone scan, which showed another two tumors in addition to the four found this past April, went to another salon on her mission of hairstyle perfection.
Two things resulted in her latest quest, one)first time got a fancy clip by a black guy, and he was gay and proud of it (according to her report,(two)when she walked in the door I turned and with eyes beaming like a kid on Christmas I said "OMG, its the girl in the picture!"
She grinned from ear to ear and said "I find the one person who can cut my hair the way I like it and now I'm dyin."
Obviously I didn't grin from ear to ear with that. She saw that it didn't strike my funny bone from the deer in the headlights expression frozen on my face.
She walked up to me, cupped my unshaven face in her soft hands and said I can cry anytime, laughs are gettin hard to come by.
That night she slept very soundly. Me, I cried long into the night.