Hail, Smoked Salmon Hair!
After work today, I decided I'd be super-efficient and get my hair cut while I was without kids. I do a little office work a few hours a week and my dear husband stays home, homeschools the kids and gives me time to shop by myself. Love. In order to be quick, I told the haircut lady I'd skip the hairwashing. (It costs more and takes more time. "I don't really need it, anyway," I thought to myself.) So she spritzed me down with water and commenced the haircut. Being the chatty conversationalist, I commented on her accent and asked where she was from. "Africa." She told me. How cool is that? I love learning about people. It's sort of a past time, I guess you might say. I don't have much time for hobbies, but I do have time for people. We chatted away, and I discovered she had gone directly from Africa to Alaska. Whew! What a different climate! I asked if she'd ever seen snow. She said "No. I was afr...