What do Ursula the Sea Witch, Syndrome from the Incredibles
and Kristin Bryant all have in common?
Yep, it’s the hair.
And come to think of it…
What the crap, Disney?
My astute little six-year old made the connection a few days
ago. I now have the haircut of a villain. And whose not to say that I have the
brains of one as well little six-year-old who points out that mommy looks like a
bad guy?
The toll booth guy at the cancer center stopped me the other
day and told me that I looked like trouble. He must not have seen the mustard
stain on my shirt from packing kid’s lunches, the dry cleaning in the backseat
I had to drop off for my husband, the dirty SUV I was driving or the fact that
I was leaving THE CANCER CENTER. But I digress.
It has been 365 days since my cancer diagnosis. 365 days
full of tragedy of the deepest kind, amazing personal heights, and come to
think of it, almost 365 really bad hair days (which meant looking a lot like
this for the better part of a year).
So, I’m taking joy in my chance to rock something of an
unconventional ‘do for a while, even if it means I look like, well… trouble…
P.S. If you see someone who looks a heck of a lot like me robbing a bank in the near future, just remember- the hair made me do it.
P.S. If you see someone who looks a heck of a lot like me robbing a bank in the near future, just remember- the hair made me do it.
