I shed a little this week.Â Okay, I shed a lot.Â Laylee said, “You look like somebody else’s mom.”Â I wasn’t sure I was happy with the result until I walked past a mirror yesterday.Â Staring back at me was my face with FrÃ¤ulein Maria’s haircut.Â This I like.Â
I’m not Austrian.Â I can’t speak with a British accent.Â I prefer the name Dan to Georg.Â I only know four chords on the guitar.Â I never wanted to become a nun.
But I like the hair, and I adore bursting into song while Dan and I are making out in a solarium full of blue studio lighting meant to simulate moonlight.Â So, I’m pretty much Julie Andrews reincarnated.Â Is she deceased?Â If not, she probably wants her hair back.
I am relieved that I like the hair.Â YouÂ may remember the last time I drastically changedÂ it and it wasn’t pretty.
On a random side note, I came into the living room the other day to find my guitar case laying on its side.Â I asked Laylee if she knocked it over.Â She said, “No, I didn’t.Â I was just jumping on it and singing a song.”Â I haven’t had the heart to open the case yet and survey the damage.Â FrÃ¤ulein Maria probably wouldn’t confront Laylee openly either.Â She’d guilt her into bawling about it at dinner, causing a tremendous bout of indigestion.
reasons: crazy 8’s