Hair Day

     I am a woman and as a woman it is important to know yourself. I think after all these years I know myself pretty well. I know the things that make me happy and I know the things that make me sad. I know sometimes I feel grouchy for no real reason, but I feel that way anyhow. I know when I feel my best and when I start to feel tattered and worn. And when I feel tattered and worn it's time to do something about it, so I made a hair appointment for myself today.
     I am only a few hours from being a new woman. A new woman with her hair cut and colored. Now the hubster doesn't know about this and to be honest he really doesn't understand a woman's need to change it up once in a while, mainly because he has had two, count 'em, two hair styles in his entire life. The first one was parted on the side, neat and clean, the second is a buzz cut on number two with the the clippers we bought at Walmart. He likes this one because there really in no up keep other than washing it. In the morning he can get up and go. Me on the other hand, I have to wash and blow dry and make sure everything is where it should be and when the doo starts looking tattered and worn, I start feeling like less of the woman I should be and more like a poor homeless woman. No one else probably notices as much as I think they do, but I still feel uncomfortable going out, so I am going to fix it. I am going to call the hubster and tell him and I know he is going to say, "How much is that going to cost!" What I really want him to say is, "that's great you deserve it." He still hasn't figured out that it's a small price to pay for a happy wife who feels good about herself.