So I went to the beauty shop to get a trim this morning. I was met with squeals of glee by all the girls as they ran up to me with a newspaper in hand.
"You're in the paper!"
"And we do your hair here!"
" Aren't you glad we changed your hair? And gave you high lights?"
"I'm in the paper?"
"Oh yes, Señora! And with the American Ambassador!"
And so I was.
Then they began to tell me how I would be wearing my hair for the holiday season, just in case I come out in any more papers.
So now I know... my hair belongs to the ladies at my beauty shop.
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7 comments:
They know what's best! ;)
They do a fantastic job!
It's so exciting! You can save this for your grandkids! :) By the way, your hair DOES look good! :)
Now that they own your hair, so to speak, do you still have to pay them for doing it? ;)
Lookin' good, Clint and JMom!
Well, that's good. I was always afraid if I heard about you being in the paper it would be bad news! But I guess where you are is a bit more congenial than Venezuela these days.
you need to ask them some money for advertising their service on the paper...:-)
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