Man, oh, man, it sure is hard being a hairstylist without a voice! No matter what my body is battling, from allergies to the flu, my throat is always the first thing to go. Alas, today was no exception. I’d like to blog some thoughts that I had, but couldn’t voice, in reply to a few of my clients today.
Deni: You’re a ray of sunshine. That’s super exciting about the townhouse. You’ve got some good girls!
Jennifer: You should read Square Piece. You’d be all caught up on how much I’m enjoying mommyhood and how incredible Bennett is. But since you haven’t been, yes, I couldn’t be happier and, yes, Bennett is a doll. Yeah, a water birth sounds cool, but they don’t allow those at our hospital where the midwives deliver. So I chose the comfort of predictable attendants over the hopes of success in my own home.
Mary: Your hippy sister sounds awesome. I’d love to shear my own sheep and spin my own yarn! If she’s ever in town, I’d love to meet her. Impeccable job keeping a one-way conversation going, by the way. So sorry about your mother-in-law’s hip. And, yes, if you find that picture of you and Robert, do bring it in!
Sue: It’s a little strange doing a brow wax in silence, but you and I have been at it for so long, you knew every cue without me needing to impart direction! Well done!
Kennera: If the schedule confusion was our fault, so sorry! Either way, can’t wait to see you! I have GOT to get through that Vitamix cookbook though!
Klea: No, you are not boring. You simply hadn’t anticipated ME being so boring. Oh man, I had three stories for EVERY topic you brought up today; it was killin’ me! Excellent job navigating the pregnancy subject with your daughter. I can’t wait to hear what it’s like for her to be a big sister. And your mom! Holy cow. Keep those stories comin’!
Ruth: Your kittens, Smokey and Kona, sound adorable! Incidently, our delinquent cat, Emma, could not be happier that Samson has passed away. She, who had been likened to the charm of a bulimic praying mantis, now inhabits that same rooms as us, purrs while rubbing up against us and generally just seems more at ease. The stinker. And Bennett, by the way, looked at Esther (the day before Easter) and said, “d–.” Just a ‘D’ sound, but I KNOW he was thinking, “Dog.” I have witnesses.