Betty or the Beast

I was going to get my hair trimmed before I left Canada but with time being tight and the hair not quite in my eyes, it just seemed better to leave it. Two weeks later I had no choice. There are a few options for hair dressers here but I figured that with my gorgeous (ha!) "white peoples" hair I would bite the bullet and pay the price for a trim at the Marriott.

Well... Jacqueline was very very nice and she gave a good wash but not since my father stopped taking me to Bruno's barber shop and my mother pulled out the yellow bowl have I had such "round" hair! You know me... even though I was the paying customer...I felt bad for her and couldnt say anything to have her correct it. Heck, I even tipped her for the pleasure!

The first thing Scott said was...she cut your hair like a "black chick's" and yes she had spent an inordinate amount of time, pulling and straightening like I had started with a full head of tight curls....but she was an older lady, well about my age) and did I mention very nice???

One look in the mirror and I knew that further Bettification had taken place! Please no Rosie O'Donnell jokes here. How did she get that role anyway??

















All I need is the bone for the back of my hair and the cave woman dress and I am there!

But at least my ankles are back!...Eat your hearts out girls! :-)