Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Welcome home mojo.
My mojo has found it's way home. Where did it go you ask? Well, last November my hookah of a beautician stole it from me. Granted, I made the appointment, forced her to do it and she quickly relieved me of $135 for her services. But still I resent her. She took my golden locks of 29 years away from me and turned me into a brunette. Fun you say? Well, let me tell you- that old adage that "Blondes have more fun" simply put is TRUE! In the last four months I don't think I've turned one head. Honestly. Not one trucker. Not one sleezebag white trash loser. Not one stuffy business man. Not ONE! BUT- a week ago I went back to my blonde self and it's the Golden Ticket Fo Sho! As I was actually pulling out of the parking lot of the beauty salon I had my first rubber necker in 4 months! Sure he had black teeth and drove a rusty Taurus. But he looked at me twice so he'll forever hold a special place in my heart. It's not like I'm on the prowl for men. I mean, I have my husband. I have Clive Owen as a backup plan. It's just that a woman needs to know she can work it once in awhile. All I ask is that the occasional construction worker throw me a cat call as I drive by. I mean sure, if they could see my whole body and see that I look like I have the Great Pumpkin stuffed in my shirt they'd be completely appalled but from the shoulders up they gotta RESPECT a blonde sista! Welcome home mojo. Welcome home.