One Week Without the Unnamed Ones- Day 6

So the Unnamed Ones sent me a text message this morning:

"Going shark fishing tonight."

I replied:

"On shore or on boat? P.S U no ur nuts, right? lu!"

Four hours later they answered:

"Boat. Yeah, we no!"

But it was too late. The damage had been done. In order to distract myself from the image of Jaws rising up out of the sea to swallow my boys whole, I was already sitting in the chair of a strange, new hairstylist getting my hair whacked off.

I'd show you a picture but then the FBI would just put it up on my wanted poster and make apprehending me that much easier.

Actually, I have a story about that salon but I don't have time to write it. I'm packing, leaving out in the morning for the town outside Philly where I grew up. It'll be a lightning round trip- up one day, back to NC the next, but there's a funeral I need to attend and a very good friend I need to hug. So, if I'm not here for a day or so it'll mean my brother doesn't have wireless and/or my sister-in-law has perfected her Margarita recipe.

But I'll take pictures...just not of my hair!


Teena said...

Sounds like a fun shark fishing adventure!

Travel safe!

Andrea said...

I hope you have a safe trip!