An "Ask Auntie Lowan" Digression.

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I think I was both pissed and pissed, in both versions.......It was a sight to behold. I just hate it when they cut my hair too short! And way too short is just infuriating. But, at least the wine was tasty.

Oh, and translation please for those of us who do not know........one pot screamer? Is this something to be ashamed of?

I think Lola's three sheets to the wind right now, she keeps repeatin' herself . . .

Pissed I am, in ev-er-y sense of the word from Oz to Texas and all along inbetween...................not the angry type pissed however, just the drunk variety. I knew I shouldn't have been drinking that entire bottle of wine..........oh well, too late now. Tah tah, all

As it happens, I had a haircut today. I don't do haircuts very often because I don't really need them and I don't really care. I use the same haircutter because he cuts my hair the same way each time. I also eat exactly the same breakfast every morning. Life is jam-packed with surprises and some are unwanted. My haircutter's name is Lucien, a sixty-two year old French fellow who is very nice and has new big ideas he likes to run past me on the rare occasions when I stop in. Today he wondered if maybe I could assist him in designing an alternate plan for the apartment building he has invested in, as he has sketched out a few ideas that allow some 100 extra square feet if only the architects would utilize pre-cast concrete decks. At least, I think that's what he was saying. His accent is very thick and I long ago found that a healthy excuse for me to be nodding (subtly of course, as I don't want a gash in my scalp) while not understanding what he is saying to me. So though he talks, and though his conversation might be quite demanding if I were to attend to it, I find the exercise quite calming what with the soft drone of his voice and the rythmic nodding and flittering touch of hands and scissors. It was a good time, and in truth, though the whole thing happened some twelve hours past, I just realized I have not once looked in the mirror since. An ideal haircut.

Yeah, I meant salon - my mind was so full of thoughts of booze when I wrote that, that I automatically wrote saloon.....

I love going to the hair dressers - I find it bloody therapeutic. I am dreading teh day when I will not have any hair left to style..what will I do to chill out ??

wank

Good idea - and I can prevent prostrate cancer at the same time !! What do they say abt killing two birds with one wan...errrr stone ?

ahem.....

Hey, Dlowan, I think I might move to Australia. This country is getting a bit too weird. Check this out...

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I see your point.

May I suggest Guam as a healthful alternative to Australia for you, though?

They have great crabs, I hear.

And Pueo is there.

Actually, I have considered Pnom Penh.

Nice place, now, I hear....

Absolutely

There's no problem with parking here, you just tell the man driving the cab where to drop you off.
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I did make a major mistake with a haircutter recently. (It's a place near to where I work so I really don't take a taxi there.) Not only is it close, but I like the way the guy cuts my hair, and we chew the fat about movies, vacations, and life in general. Okay, so what was the mistake? My wife was complaining about her most recent cut-- it's too ROUND- -so I said "Why don't you try the guy I use, it's not close to where you work, but the guy has a line of women customers all the time."

Just trying to help. So now ......... she goes to my cutter.

How is a guy supposed to grouse about his life in general to someone who MAY repeat said grousing to someone else in the chair who may end up with their new haircut on the pillow next to yours???

Hmmmmmmmmmm............

Way to go, Joe. 'T'swhy grousing is best done to prostitutes. Chances of such crossing over are minimal that way. And if what the gf spends on a trim is any indication, it's cheaper than a haircut.

HOW did all this hair talk start?

Oh, I started it.... dammit!