Morning's Light

See? Straight hair.  I have been talking about getting a chin-length haircut but decided tonight on a trim.  Then my stylist Julie loves straightening my wavy hair..so she does….and then it turns into The Hair.  How can I forget about this separate entity of mine?  The Hair garners glances that I become acutely aware of.  I touch The Hair often because I can't believe it's on my head.  I must smile more.  Then I promptly forget what my hair looks like.  I mean..I can't SEE my own hair, can I?!  Nooooo.

So I'm unloading my two cute Trader Joes grocery bags into my car and when I turn around, one of the two football-player-looking men who parked next to me and were also unloading their groceries into an SUV, offered to take my cart for me.  I thanked him and got into my car, puzzled, until I remembered.  Oh yeah, The Hair.

Forgot again until I stepped foot in my starbucks to use the restroom and get some ice water (best on the planet..I'm telling you.  triple filtered water.  get a venti ice water with lots of ice.  sooo good) and the three baristas – alecz, heather, and christine – couldn't get over this hair.  While I used the restroom (ha! you so wanted to know that), they came up with a name for this Other Me.    

As I left the restroom, they yelled, "Hey, Ivanka!!!"

I said, "WHAT???? you're naming the hair after Trump's ex-wife???"

"Noooooooo..his hot daughter!"

"Ok then.  Hot it is."