The Shame
The Framptons are doing some money-juggling lately, as in we are owed some and owe more than we’ve been paid. It’ll all come right in the end, but meanwhile, I haven’t wanted to spend the money on getting my hair cut. The consequences of which, unfortunately, is that my hair resembles that of Partridge Family scion, Keith:
Really. It’s my everlasting shame.


December 16th, 2008 at 8:24 am
Actually isn’t that hair cut back in style? Hmmm. Maybe it’s just where I live.
December 16th, 2008 at 10:06 am
Just imagining your face with that hair made me smile so big.
December 16th, 2008 at 11:23 am
I’m broke as can be, but I’ll donate money if you get rid of that hairstyle!
Maybe we can do one of those online auctions?
December 16th, 2008 at 11:28 am
Abby! You just made me crack up! Thanks.
Sandy, I think the haircut might be back in style–for someone under half my age. Me, I look awful.
Kwana, glad to make you smile.
I am, btw, skilfully using bobby pins to pin odd sections back so I just look fashionably unkempt. I will get it cut soon, I promise. Although I don’t know whether to go short or try to grow it long. Since I can’t afford it right now, I’m gonna have to wait and see what seems right.
December 16th, 2008 at 12:23 pm
Megala,
Me too, except its razor blades! So, I’m growing a Di Niro Deerhunter goatee! Coming in mostly white, it makes me look like a pissed off Burl Ives!!!