Fall has finally arrived, here in Horrorhair, Florida. When the temperature dips below 70, as it did this morning, the children all don their winter gloves, caps, and jackets.
And the mommy performed her traditional underwear dance on the backporch.
While the neighbors all gave a collective “Hallelujah” for the invention of the 6 foot privacy fence.
As the kids begin their 10 foot trek to the family van, pieces of clothing are tossed down in disgust, as beads of sweat form on their brow.
And I launch into my yearly dissertation on what is was like trudging 3 blocks to the bus stop. In the snow and sleet. Wearing day-glo goulashes, and an orange fringe poncho, which was actually a vinyl round tablecloth that my mother had fashioned using a pair of scissors and bric-a-brac. Way back in the dark ages.
One thing that comes with cooler temperatures, is a decided lack of humidity. Therefore my hair actually lays against my head, as oppose to going perpendicular.
Ah yes. Fall is here. And with it, good hair days.
The week is off to a excellent start, to be sure. Happy Monday, everyone!