Today, I sat in the Barber's Chair and disclosed that my dog had run away by pawing her way through the screen and jumping 12 feet down to the pavement.  I also complained that no one had written in my journal of hair stories because someone stole the pen! It was "a horrible, no good, very bad day". Oh, and I didn't wash my hair, either!

The easiest way to write on this blog is to "comment".  To comment, in this case, is to put your fond, ugly, beautiful, painful, or nondescript memories of hair happenings into words.  Ramble or rant if you wish.  It's all good.