Tuesday January 26th, 2016
Maybe it’s just the fact that I’m watching the Frankenstein chronicles and Dr. Jekyll at the same time, but when I looked in the mirror this morning it made me wonder. What’s with the hair. On a good day my hair is something crossed up with Roy Orbison, Phyllis Diller and what you might pull out of a sink drain. This morning it was something special. It is blowing a tad here (surprise surprise) so I’ve been up a lot checking this new anchor location. We are holding fine, but the wind has stepped up a tad and it was 05:00 anyway so I might as well get up.
Normally I can take that quick look in the mirror and move on, not so today. I found myself studying the scary, feckless and wild looking creature in the mirror. I picked up my hair brush and I swear I heard the sound of a whip cracking…no taming this monster. Every hair on my head is pointing a different direction…like I had been badly electrocuted. I looked like I could get all 198 Sirius Xm channels (excluding NASCAR). My eyes wanting to look elsewhere hoping not to see any other horrors this morning move down to the face. Somewhere there exists enough rum to drink this face pretty and I look forward to finding it but Holy Crap. This face ravaged by time, molested by the sun and whatever happens when you sleep scared the bejeezuz out of me.
A face that even three coats of that 20w50 Oil of Olay that you ladies use wouldn’t help me this morning. Perhaps if I had shaved this week? The only answer to this is a disguise. I will have to get in the tickle trunk and try to come up with some way to cover up the creature I appear to have turned into over night. My good hair has been dyed by Crystal but it will have to do…dark glasses…ya that works. Whew, that was close. I was very nearly at 4 alarm freak out.