Only In My Dreams

Yes, I know. Another dream post. Get over it.

Last night I had a dream I was going to the beauty parlor. I was going to get my hair cut. Nothing odd about that. In real life I do occasionally get my hair cut. But in my dream, I was excited. I wasn't just going to get a trim, I was going to really chop off a good hunk of hair. I haven't had short hair in years. Keith is one of those guys that thinks long hair is the cat's meow. The bee's knees.

My hair is a little past my shoulders now. Mainly because I'm too lazy to go to the beauty shop. Right now I'm thinking about letting it get longer. Just long enough to donate to Locks of Love. They take donated hair and make wigs for bald kids. I did it once a long time ago. Your hair has to be long enough to make a pony tail 10 inches long to cut off & donate. I wasn't sure if they would even want my hair because what kid is going to want a wig with all this grey hair in it, but the web site said they pick out the grey hairs and shorter hairs and sell them to other wig manufacturers to help pay for the wigs they make for bald kids.

So don't tell Keith, but I'm just biding my time until I can have my hair hacked off. I figure I'm about half-way there.

Boy won't he be surprised.