My hairdresser, Lucy, thinks I'm the greatest thing since high-speed Internet. I'm even tempered, experimental, and strangely unemotional about my hair. I plop down in her chair and say, "Whatever, Lucy." She claps her hands with delight . . . I can literally see the sparkle in her eyes as she's thinking "oh, my dear guinea pig!"
Lucy's latest cut for me is a graduated bob . . . it feels strange not having curly hair. I look in the mirror and barely recognize myself. I do, however, love waking up having fairly normal looking hair vs. my normal early morning Medusa look.
My husband finds the straight hair unsettling . . . he says I look like Peppermint Patty. I am too amused by the statement to actually be angry.
I remember going to see "You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown" as a kid. I was sitting in the front row. All of a sudden, I feel a spotlight on me. Charlie Browns points to me and says, "There's my little redheaded girl, right there!" He then comes over and sings a song to me. I wanted to crawl under my chair.
So, it's gotten me to thinking . . . am I trapped in some kind of "Peanuts" parallel universe? My recent foray into quantum physics allows me to believe that it's possible. Note that my hairdresser's name is even Lucy.
Now - the issue of me going from Charlie's mysterious redheaded girl to Chuck's lesbian friend . . . I think that's an issue for another blog on another day.
My all-time favorite quote from "Peanuts:" "Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter quite like unrequited love." Charlie Brown.
Well, gotta go. I'll see YOU in the comic strips . . . or maybe at the pumpkin patch.
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