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Now there’s a title for you. I was thinking of the title Last Time I Saw Paris, the country not the woman. In August, I was so disgusted because I went into the hospital and could not really manage my droopy hair. It just went wild, stunk, was way too long for me, in short it was nasty. And I vowed then that I was going to get it cut before something else happens. After that, the first chance I got to go out, off came the hair. It’s incredibly short now and I love it. Why? Because I am sitting here with a leg problem again and I have SHORT HAIR!!! Not hard to take care of at all. HA!
While we were at the salon that day, a few very different people came in to get hair cuts and styles. One that struck me as strange was this one lady who got her hair coiled up in little ringlets. You know all those guys with comb overs? Very obvious try at faking out people as if you could not tel it was a comb over? Well, this lady and several others I have seen since have what I would call coilovers, there is nothing else I could call it. Little ringlets all over the head and then scraped over on one side. Very strange, very strange indeed. One would think that there are foreigners among us. And that, folks, was the last time I saw my hair.
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Just cut my hair too!
Yes! Mine is so short, I don’t need a comb. In fact, I don’t need a brush either. Just my fingers and a massage of the scalp. I love it.
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