It's only Hair

Wasn't there some freak philosopher that said stuff like every moment in life should be cherish… blah blah blah… Whatever!

 

But I do believe there are life changing moments. Some you are aware of, like my wedding, the birth of Nicholas, the first time I added extra sugar in a strawberry magaritas… And then they are those you don't realize until years later.

 

I think I'm going to have one of those moments soon. And that's a very good thing. It'll hopefully be a professional step up. So I'm excited and I'm stressed but mostly I want to be insanely rewarded by Bobby because god knows when I'll ever do good again.

 

So yesterday in honor of my upcoming moment, I made a life changing decision. I know I should of shared it with my husband first but I needed my mother's support and blessing. She of course looked disappointed. I begged her to try and understand. I wasn't going to hurt anyone. Nicholas would get used to it… she finally gave in and consented to my change… yes consented, not blessed.

 

I told Bobby and he was just thrilled. He asked how I wanted to do it. I gave him a couple of options… He of course picked the wrong one…!@#@$^*&% lovely…

 

For my new business, i am in the mood for a new look, not that I have a lot to work with. For 99% of the population, this isn't an dramatic discussion, but with a mom and eight opinated aunts. Hair is a big thing. And they really like my short straight hair. And they have always made it known their feelings of how they think I look with a perm… trust me, not positive. And the saying "If you can't say anything nice…" doesn't quite translate in our family.

 

So I'm mouthing off and I say I wanna do a home perm…I also said I wanted my buddy to do it. I also said I wanted to go the galleria and pay an arm and a leg for a ritzy perm. Bobby heard home perm. So he bought a home perm and went to three stores to find the rollers. He was so cute, like a puppy bringing a discovery home for total adoration, love, and approval.

 

That's just great. My loving husband made this most wonderful gesture and I just want to… I just want to… run screaming… call me an ungrateful bitch but afterall, they are called PERM-anents… not DAY-nets, not UNTIL-YOU-CHANGE-YOUR-MIND-net. Permanents. Hello?

 

I'm going back and fourth on it but I think Sunday after Nicholas'  hockey I'm going to just let him perm me… maybe make a party of it… watch a little six-feet-under, do a little grilling… perm the hair… have alcohol on hand if we need it and everything should be ok….

 

 The good news is that I'm so beautiful and so hot and always dressed in heels and makeup that even a bad perm would look good on my perfect body… Yup, I'm getting delusional in my old age… if anything, hope they're good smelling chemicals. At least we'll be happy for a little while.

 

In the end, i guess its only hair... and it'll grow back... eventually, and its not like I have a bunch of meetings coming up...

 

the really cool part is i view this as a marriage trust exercise... i'll let bob perm my hair than like he'll let me shaved his beard into a go-tee... There's the shaving cream... where did I put that darn razor... yes liz, bob will be making a appointment with you to get my hair perm soon...