Occasionally we women like to change things up in our lives. As in buying new furniture, painting a room and some of us get new husbands. Just kidding, I don’t know of anyone that traded in their husband. But, let’s ponder that for a moment. I’m thinking, I’m thinking. Nope, I’m keeping Mr. Wrangler man, aka Cowboy…for now.
I am a forever changer. Except for my friends and family. They are all keepers. But in all other things…I’m a total gypsy. Especially when it comes to my shoes, clothes and hair. And, I’ll admit that occasionally I may go overboard…just a smidge. Like rearranging the furniture. It’s my favorite pastime. Cowboy always complains about changes. What’s that all about? It’s like he’s trying to squash my creativity. Pfft!!
Did I ever tell you about the time I decided to make a major change to my hair and I cut it so short that it was shaved in the back? No? Well grab some tea and here ya go-
Cowboy and I decided to take Sweet Girl (who was 3) and Boy Wonder (who was 1) to the beach with our friends and their families. We loaded down our suburban with toys, books, blankets, more toys and probably even more toys. One can never be too prepared on family trips.
Before we left I decided to sport a new “do”. Off came the mass of mess that I called my hair. I’m pretty sure I lost 10 pounds or the equivalent to what was needed to stuff a king size pillow. My hair dresser mentioned that I should probably purchase some mousse to tame my hair when it’s humid. I tell her no thanks, my hair never frizzes.
We arrive at the beach some seven hours later. That was a real fun drive with two toddlers. Yep, good memories. After unloading the suburban, hauling everything up to our condo, we decide it’s time to catch some waves or in our case, watch some waves. So we armed ourselves with shovels, sand buckets and sunscreen and to the beach we went! We watched the kids play for what seemed like hours, but it was more like 30 minutes and then Sweet Girl needed to use the restroom and Boy Wonder needed a diaper change. So back to the room we go. As I’m helping Sweet Girl in the restroom she looks at my hair.
SWEET GIRL: Mommy, what is wrong with your hair?
ME: Remember I cut it short before we left?
SWEET GIRL: (pointing at my hair with her cute little finger) I don’t think it’s supposed to look like that.
I glance in the mirror and I kid you not I just stood there looking in horror at my reflection. Holy mother of Jesus, what happened to my hair?! I looked like a mix between a poodle and a cutip!
ME: Hey Cowboy, do you mind coming in here for a second?
COWBOY: What’s wrong?
ME: Do you see my hair?
COWBOY: Yep, I don’t think that’s a good style for you. It started doing something crazy as soon as we got to the beach.
ME: Why didn’t you tell me? You let me walk around looking like this?!
COWBOY: I thought you wanted it like that?
ME: Are you kidding me?! Who would want their hair to look like this?
COWBOY: I was thinking the same thing.
’til next Sunday y’all- Tammy
