Microfiction: Asses and Assets
Good Monday morning to everyone!
Today is the first day of school here in Georgia, and my youngest daughter is a senior this year. How did that happen? Just yesterday she started kindergarten and I was not an old bagger. Today she embarks on her final year of high school and I am, well. . .yeah, an old bagger. *sigh* I know I’m an old bagger for reasons that revolve around general female wackiness and the laws of gravity, i.e. extreme chocolate cravings and bathing suit phobia.
And another thing: Hair.
Yes, buttercup, hair. I’m not talking about silver at the roots and the fact that the Walgreen’s clerk who sneaks me L’Oreal Preference coupons is my new best friend. I’m talking curls! They’re back! How did that happen?
When I turned 40 my straight hair went curly on me, like I’d just had a perm. I embraced the curls, figured out what to do with them, and wore it au naturale for about five years. And then my hair went straight again.
“Ha, ha!” It said. “We hair follicles laugh at your silly efforts to tame us!”
Straight, for five years. Now–bam!–curl city again. **WTF? I’m suddenly back to being a hair product junkie, hunting for the perfect blend of gel, mousse and cream to keep my curls from poofing into a Phyllis Diller do.
I actually think I’ve figured out the best hair goop combo (curls that stay put but stay soft, not crunchy or sticky), and I’m liking my curls again (the secret is my husband’s old tee-shirt—that’s a story all by itself, and unless you have naturally curly hair, you don’t want to hear it), but for those days when my loops,waves and spirals rebel, I pull out the big guns: the straightening iron. Ha! That’ll teach the little buggers.
Okay, I’ve finished my rant, and you now know more about my hair than you ever thought possible. As a reward for your patience, I’m heading you into microfiction territory.
Grandma’s Goulash graciously hosts Succinctly Yours, the wonderful meme for those of us addicted to microfiction. The trick is to write a story in 140 characters or less using the photo below as inspiration. To add to the challenge is the word of the week, “oblivious.” My stories are below.