Monday, August 10, 2020

Biting The Hair Bullet And Joining The Maskparade

I can't put it off any longer. Because if I do, my lovely lady-mullet will only grow longer! I had planned on getting a haircut on Sunday, but I backed out. Hopefully, as you're reading this I have been shorn.

Going to Terrible Cuts has never been an enjoyable experience from the get-go. I have delayed it before, but never this long. It's like I've had an extra excuse not to go.

But now, I think my flowing, ever-growing locks are giving me a headache! I had one three days in a row. Starting anywhere from mid-morning to mid-afternoon. I tried to believe it's the change in temps, getting in and out of T-Hoe with his air conditioner. Or maybe the fall allergy season clogging up my sinuses, even though I haven't seen any goldenrod yet. I even broke out my vibrator (FOR MY HEAD, PEOPLE!) to clear the intermittent congestion. Popped acetaminophen, aspirin, and ibuprofen, with varying success.

I don't know what excuse I'll use if my headaches continue after the haircut!

Here's the thing. I've put if off so long that Terrible Cuts mandated a MASK policy beginning August 1. Ain't that a fine how-do-you-do?

Anyhoo... I will join the maskparade for a 20-minute haircut. Better not snip the loop off my ear, Terrible Cutter! I need my mask for a casino trip later in the week!

5 comments:

Sioux Roslawski said...

In the big city we've had the mask mandate in lots of spots for quite a while. However, I know the virus has been more rampant here than it has in your mansion-region.

I would do anything--encase my body in plastic after spraying Lysol all over it--to get a haircut when I need it. I am going to try and anticipate when the next lock-down will happen (and you know it's gonna happen soon) so I can get a haircut right before the hammer comes down again.

Short 'dos are so difficult to maintain...

River said...

Tie it back, put it up, wear a turban...just a few alternative solutions.
I hope you are washing the mask between uses.

Hillbilly Mom said...

Sioux,
Well, I hope you are safe, Bubble Girl, and that a roving band of MOOPS does not cause your plastic to puncture...

As for River below asking about washing my mask... I should say that I don't, and that I rub it on my butt after each wearing! But I won't, because River is not a Seinfeld fan, and most likely doesn't know about Elaine and that lady in the office who called her SUSIE and thought she was unclean. So Elaine rubbed that lady's keyboard on her butt for revenge.

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River,
I was quite tempted to ask The Pony for a scrunchy-thingy to make a PONYtail, heh, heh. He has the long-hair accoutrements.

Washing my mask between use(S)??? It has barely been broken in. I wore the paper mask they doled out at the doctor for that first visit. Then it laid on T-Hoe's dashboard in the sun for a month or so. Then I wore it in the casino. Put it back in the sun. I might have worn it once more to the casino.

The NOW mask is one I bought off the counter of the LIQUOR STORE! It has the Kansas City Chiefs logo on the material. I washed it before using. Wore it to the casino. Then let it also bake in the 97-degree (outside) heat in T-Hoe for 2 weeks. Ultraviolet light is a killer! I had it on about 15 minutes today. More baking, then a washing after this week's upcoming casino trip.

I will wash The Pony's mask tomorrow. He's worn it twice to The Devil's Playground since the last washing. I actually prefer the dry bake method, since washing takes two days for it to dry completely. I think the moisture is more likely to allow molds to grow.

River said...

You're right, sunlight is an excellent germ killer and leaving the mask to bake is a great idea, just remember to turn it over so it doesn't get sunburn, ha ha. My mind just went back to the sixties, where a popular radio station listened to by teenagers sunbaking on the beach, would play a jingle every half hour, "time to turn, so you don't burn" and rows of teens on towels would all obediently flip over.
Of course half an hour was too long for our Aussie summer and too many kids went home looking liked boiled lobster.

Hillbilly Mom said...

River,
Back in those days, I remember gals (not ME) slathering themselves with baby oil to get a good roast. Nobody ever heard of sunscreen, unless it was a lifeguard with that white stuff on his nose.