I might have mentioned the other day that I was having a Good Hair Day? And it hasn’t, to my deepest sorrow, happened again. After all, lightening doesn’t strike twice and all that. But here’s the “rest of the story”. (I shoulda been Paul-ette Harvey. Get it? Oh, Botheration.) Anyway.
I only mentioned Brad Pitt in the title because you know I was expecting him to come a callin’ during my Good Hair episode. What actually happened was that I did go to town – stricly because we were out of milk. While in the store, I did not run into anyone I knew. Neither friend, nor foe nor Pastor. Walked up & down every aisle (looking for milk). No one took a 2nd look. When I got to the check-out I figured that now for sure the checkout person would be struck with the perfect-ness of my “do”. The only thing she said was: “paper or plastic”? The whole experience was kind of a downer and yet on a Good Hair Day it is impossible to have a Bad Day. You hear me Sister?
I rather dejectedly headed for home. But of course I still had the visit from Brad or Cameron to look forward to, right? Cheerfully now, the miles just flew by as I thought about what I’d say when I opened the door. (it’s easy to get tongue-tied by their total handsomeness if you’re not prepared.) I had any number of clever & witty things I could say but I didn’t have a paper & pen to jot them down. (mental-pause you know).
But wait. Lo & behold who’s in that car leaving my yard just as I’m pulling in? Brad/Cameron is here already? What if a hair has shifted out of place? OMG. What to do, what to do? No, wait, I just remembered the electrical inspector intended to stop in today. Oh, great, this’ll be fun…….some old guy with a bald head, and beer belly.
Never assume ladies. As we stopped our cars for a little chatty-poo, I realized that Mr. Baldy had morphed into Mr. Hunk. Lean, angular face, nice tan, 5 o’clock shadow and (Brad Pitt) sunglasses. To tell you the truth, on a scale of 1 to 10, he was a 12 on my hunk-o-meter. As we chatted, I turned my head slightly so he would get the full effect of my hair. Possibly he was looking for someone 20 years younger, 150,000 pounds lighter and SINGLE, or maybe he just didn’t notice my hair. Whatever. Conversation over. He drove away. Brad/Cameron never showed and I didn’t see anyone the rest of the day.
I can only say that the whole experience has been very unsettling. So unsettling in fact that I’ve decided not to even TRY to have another Good Hair Day until I recover from this one…………….I’d better not shampoo my hair for a few days just to be safe, huh?
This story is true. The names have been changed to protect the innocent.
Ms. Faye
18 comments:
Your blog got me with the title! Brad Pitt can come visit me any day.
You are quite the comedian for sure...still smiling a stupid smile at the computer screen. Thanks for my Saturday am chuckle.
Now see - that's where you went wrong! You were expecting Brad Pitt. Your flooded fields this summer were not enough of a disaster to merit his attention and maybe your lips are just not quite plump enough too. And I am guessing here but I bet you have never done anything worth mentioning with a siblings blood either? Yeah - I thought so. So you shoulda hoped for George Clooney instead. Who is 150,000 times better looking than Brad Pitt anyway- I'm just sayin...
What can I say after Grammy Linda,
Well maybe you just left him speechless......
Have a great weekend!
Yep, Clooney could visit me and I would be just as happy. He could just stop by today....well, it's a bad hair day so maybe not. Shucks!!!
How disappointing that no one even noticed your hair! What's wrong with people? Do you think it would've been too obvious if you made a halo with a neon lime green flashing arrow on it pointing to your hair? What if you wore that to the store? Some people have to have the obvious pointed out to them all the time, ya know.
And as for Brad and Cameron, maybe THEY were both having a bad hair day, and going out was just too much for them. It can be the only possible explanation for them missing out on your lovely do. Losers!
Tee-hee-hee!
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Happy I found you, what a fun blog.
Will be checking back to see if and when any more hunk enter your life
Just happened onto your blog and I love it. I'll be sure to check back and see who visits you in the future.
PS - I vote for Clooney too!
hey girl...a hot guy is a hot guy...name or none! He noticed you...but like you said, it is easy to get tongue tied or flustered when not prepared for the hotness of the lady of the house on a good hair day!
He's probably at home now thinking of you and how you turned your head just so slightly...and wishing he'd said something witty..!
good day my very silly friend!
oh...and might I add....that those other women in the store that didn't seem to notice your perfect locks....were indeed peeking out the corners of their eyes with envy...it is just that many women are too shallow to give credit where credit is due...as it makes them feel threatened!
lol
Oh, Fay.............you just made my day! Of course as usual I am a week behind in reading this post.
I am due for a good hair day myself. I sure hope it happens this week but things aren't looking good so far.
Be back to check on you later.
Linda
hey hot stuff...don't tell me that your not posting cause you are off somewhere with Brad!!!
I have a post up...that pretty much says you all over it!
I had a very busy weekend getting some fall ugliness dealt with...I had to yank 4 flower beds already...thank goodness for those large pots that still had bloomers in...they are now sitting on the naked dirt so that it is not so ugly...okay and so that the kids and the dog don't discover the mud!
LOL! Priceless :)
You are sooooooooooo funny. Thanks for putting a smile on my face! You have such a wonderful way of telling your story.
Oh my goodness...you are absolutely hysterical! Thanks so much for the laugh(s)!!
You speak of Brad Pitt being such a hottie...I had a dream that I was running around with Sean Connery...he was giving me a hug (and get this...in my dream I was at work in a Christian school and my husband was an administrator! None of those are true...) anyway, so he was giving me this terrific hug and I wake up to realize that it was actually my HUSBAND hugging me! I said, "Oh, I dreamed I was being hugged by 007!" HE said, "Well, you're ALMOST right!!" Hmmmm....
(I guess I still prefer my husband...but it was such a very nice dream....)
I want to join your group! I am a member of the Extension Homemakers but they are all quite a bit older than I am...I'm not exactly a spring chicken myself...but they're all talking about social security and their healthcare! They're sweet, though...
I think we're going to start a club at our church for ladies so maybe I could use some of your ideas.
I can't wait to read ALL your posts!
I know exactly what you're talking about when you talked about wheat dust. Cough Cough. (and oats.)
We didn't grown beets, though, in Indiana. Corn, corn, corn, soy beans, oats,corn, wheat, corn, corn, corn.
By the way, I found you through Marie...who was one of the very first people who responded to my posts! She's a sweetie!
Blessing! Beth
Lolol.... isn't it always the way? Yet go out looking your worst, old clothes, no makeup, hair still wet from the shower and you will run into everyone you know!
LOL! I cannot stop laughing! Still! I love your sense of humor (and I'm a huge Brad Pitt fan too!) I'm now a follower!
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