Thursday, 25 June 2009

• Ponytail Happy Dance

  Ponytail Happy Dance

   

  This entry should be subtitled, "Sometimes My Life is a Romantic Comedy."

  Last night, I went to wash up for bed as Steve started his nightly PT. He does this ab machine thing and then does toning exercises that I like to call "Man Pilates." Sure looks a lot like pilates to me.

  Anyway, as I approached the bathroom mirror, a thought struck me. "Hmmm. Do I finally have enough hair for a ponytail?!?"

  

  You see, last summer, I got all my hair chopped off. I had two reasons: 1) I wanted to find out what my real hair color was under my blonde highlights and 2) Steve and I were about to go on an adventurous vacation where hair might get in the way. So I chose an adorable haircut. One that would work well with my hair type and my face/neck. It was Audrey Hepburn's pixie cut. I took it in, my hair dresser studied the picture closely, and proceeded to give me an entirely different cut with even less hair than the cut I wanted. I thought the new cut was sort of cute for a couple of days, but then we out to dinner for our anniversary, and there at the restaurant were 3 or 4 women with my same haircut. Not a single one of them could have been under 70. Yes, I was pissed.

  So back to last night. After that initial observation, I opened my hair drawer and pulled out a trusty scrunchy. I pulled my hair back and, "Voila!" All the hair fit into the scrunchy and it all stayed! Sure, the ponytail is a mere stub. Somewhere between these two shots:

  

  But the point is that I can now pull my hair back if I want! A ponytail opens up a whole world of possibilities, like sleeping in an extra 15 minutes and just putting my hair in a ponytail instead of the whole wash/blowdry routine.

  Woo hoo! I was elated.

  I started to do a happy dance and pranced into the bedroom where Steve was crunching away at the ab machine. I danced and I danced and I told him how happy I was.

  That's when I realized that Steve is a guy and, therefore, not "getting it." He was enjoying my dance. But he had no clue that it was all in honor of the ponytail that was still in tact on my head! I pointed. He didn't get it. So I told him. "Look! Look at me! I have a ponytail! I have ENOUGH HAIR for a ponytail!"

  His happiness for me was somewhat deminished. I guess he doesn't realize the level of suffering sine July without enough hair for a ponytail. But he was still pleased for me.

  So I got ready for bed and then got into bed to read my Scriptures while he went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and all that.

  I was just wrapping up my prayer time when Steve came dancing into the bedroom. He gyrated in silly ways and I realized he was imitating me. He waved his hands in front of his face, did some dancy-head-nod moves, and then got in really close to me. "Look!" he said, "Look at me! I have a ponytail! I have enough hair for a ponytail!"

  And there, on his forehead, was a teeny tuft of military-cut short hair gathered with a twist-tie. He had a 1 cm ponytail.

  Of course, I laughed myself silly. I was laughing so hard that Steve had to leave the room from embarrassment.  God, I love silly men. Especially this one.

  

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