I understand that I have the world's most fake smile in this photograph, and I do not know why. However, as soon as I took this picture, the stupid stupid stupid battery died on my camera and that was the end of that. So you are stuck with my phony personality.
So he cut fringe. He told me a "bang" is a way British people procreate, and a fringe is what we do to our hair. He also said you dye an egg and you color your hair. He was full of the info. I liked Salon Blu without the "e." Of course it was the coldest, windiest day on earth and in my mind when I got out of the car the salon was on 380 Elm and I ran up and down Elm in this typhoon, which, is a typhoon even windy? Anyway there wasn't even a 380 Elm at ALL, and finally I knocked on a window where this man was painting something.
"I'M LOOKING FOR 380 ELM!" I screamed.
Does it seem to you like I'm always looking for something in this town?
Anyway, the man unlocked his door and let me in to what turned out to be a pizzeria that wasn't opened up yet that day, and man Polly quit cryin' did it smell good in there. He looked up Salon Blu on his Frankenberry ("b-l-u?" he kept asking me.) and it was not even remotely on 380. What is WRONG with me? At any rate, you can imagine how my hair looked when I got in the salon. Imagine being a hairdresser and my hair blows in there from a typhoon. If a typhoon is even windy.
While I was in there, in Salon Blu, it started to snow a little. "Oh, look, it DID snow," said Neal, the poor man doing my hair. There was a rumor it was going to snow, but we hadn't believed it. When we moved from the removing-my-roots part of the day to the cutting-my-hair part, my parking meter was about to run out, so Neal ran out to refill my meter.
When he came back, he looked like one of those people from Pompeii. He was completely covered in snow. Not that those poor people in Pompeii were covered in snow. I looked outside and it was like the whole world was a snow globe. "Holy crap," I said delicately.
So the hair you're seeing above was in fact after being pelleted with snow both on the walk back to my car and on the walk into my house, and I still think it's cute. And also, could it be spring now? My poor daffodils are starting to sprout up, and they are getting sick and tired of being snowed on, for heaven's sake. And I know I just sounded 110.
So that's what's going on with me. I have fringe. It snowed. Oh, and we are going to Marty Martin's for the Oscars, so the part where we will all be meeting up for Oscar night will be live from Marty Martin's. June is taking her show on the road. With her fringe.
