On The Other Hand

Pshew! This Nixonland reading is moving my emotions all over the place, so here's a little light-weight book I read recently. I like Robert Crais. He is a cutie. Indigo Slam is okay too. One of those "stuff happens" books. What more can I say?

Got my hair bobbed yesterday. I didn't know whether to smile or cry when I saw the haircut. My Beverly Hills hair stylist used to joke about the San Marino matron look. So when I saw my current do and realized that it was just that perfectly blonded, perfectly underturned little bob, I was kind of taken aback. But I like it. So I just smiled. And that dark honey color that all us Arlington matrons enjoy looks just right on this old head.

Do you know that the radicals of the late 60s and early 70s were just as belligerent as those clueless healthers are at their town hall meetings? Bet you knew that. Maybe what those grey-hairs in the audience who are screaming idiocy need is Dana. He can give you a nice honey blond hairdo that will make you smile just a little. Then we can sit down and chat over a nice cup of tea. We've never been very good at skipping the rhetoric and just talking. I'm bobbed, blonded and ready. Anyone? Anyone?