16 hours and counting
Tomorrow I face the hairdresser. It's not that I hate getting my hair cut. I'm dreading it because my hairdresser drives me completely insane. She has conspiracy theories

and she takes forever to tell me about them. I kid you not, my butt is in her chair for no less than three hours at a time. Listening to conspiracy theories in a whispered voice. Three hours. Yeah. Fun.

I'm sure you're wondering why I don't just change hairdressers. It's like this.... I'm vain about my hair and she does a good job. I've spent my entire adult life looking for someone who can deal with my hair and even better, my need for always wanting something slighty edgy. Well, I've found her. For that, I'm willing to give up 3 hours of my life - and sanity - every six weeks or so.

I've decided to make a game of it. I want to know what whacky theory you think she'll come up with next. There is no prize except the satisfaction that you've (imagine in a game show host voice) Named That Theory!


RisibleGirl was blabbing on about another adventure on 12/03 at 05:12 PM

Go visit Einstein's blog!

  

R wrote:

Let's see. I don't have a lot of hope for this, but my guess is that it will involve depleted uranium and that the government is hiding the direct dial emergency number *677 for use with cell phones (that's not true, by the way, for those who have had that email). Possibly toss in the death of Janet Leigh in some way.


  

FTS wrote:

Ohhhhh I don't think we want to go there LOL


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