True Story











{September 18, 2010}   I got a wild hair…

True Story:  I cut my own bangs…

I know! Stupid, right?

Just don’t tell my Russian hairdresser…Whom I ADORE, by the way. She’s awesome. She has none of the emotional, dramatic BS that we Americans carry around every day.

I don’t know about you, but there is nothing more relaxing to me than an eyebrow wax.

So one day I’m telling her about my man troubles.

She says:  Uh huh… I know dees men…

Me, eager to hear anyone’s tale:  Yeah, what’s your story?

Hairdresser:  I was married to dis man… (snip snip) …  He love me…  He nice to me…  He give me baby. But…  He no good… He like da women….

Hairdresser:  So… I leave him…

Snip. Snip. Snip.

Hairdresser: Den I marry dis adda man… He sweet… He love me… He do not drink or smoke or hit me… He didn’t like de adda women… But… He is so lazy…

Snip. Snip.

Hairdresser:  So… I leave him.

Snip.

Hairdresser: Den, I move to United States. I meet boyfriend, and he is mean to me and my daughter. So, I leave him too… Now, 4 years, I am without a man, and I am happy. Of course, sometime you want sex, but, you know…

True Story:  You adore her now too, don’t you? While simplifying my life, she also gives great hair cuts.

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Alyson says:

So true so true! No men = no drama.



Blair says:

Does she come to Bham??



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