Oh what a dream I had last night
I sat up in bed, shaking with fright.
And I also was moody.
You see, it must have been Toodie.
I dreamed I had cut off my hair
And that should never be.
Cause you see, my hair is
Already as short as Jamie Lee’s.
Seriously, I did have this dream last night and it woke me right up. I have been having an awful time finding a beautician that I like. Finally last week I got one that gave me a halfway decent haircut, then I had to go and cut it all off in my dream. I can remember once cutting my own hair. That was when my daughter was a baby and I had long heavy hair. My daughter cried with colic all of the time and I didn’t have time to take care of my hair properly so I chopped it off really short. I kind of liked it so I have kept my hair pretty short now all of these years.
My visit to the new doctor Monday was disappointing. I met another doctor who equates himself with God. Mid 30’s, arrogant, and condescending. ‘Nuff said about that because I don’t want to raise my blood pressure so early in the morning.
Yesterday was uneventful (I am thankful for that). Today I am doing laundry and wondering if I am interested enough to do some housework. Nope, didn’t think so.
I need to run next door and check on my laundry. When I get back I will come and visit you all.