Lately I’ve been feeling more and more like Mr. Clean. I reluctantly looked closely at myself in the mirror yesterday – the rare occurrence that it is. Shockingly I noticed that the lights of the bathroom were reflecting off my scalp. Had I really gone that far to have a ‘shiny head’? Apparently! Granted, I still have the occasional tuft of fuzz up there, but for the most part, the crown of my head is riddled with shiny bald spots. My husband shaves his head, but I can see the little speck of the hair root still present; but my roots are completely gone. I would rather have all or nothing. Even though it’s still progressing through whatever “stages” that are to come, the ‘patchy’ thing is getting a bit old. Soon I’m going to look like Gallagher the comedian. Long thick hair in the back and on the sides with a sleek and shiny bowling ball on top. The ultimate mullet while I prance around hitting watermelons with sledgehammers! Or I could wear a big gold earring in my ear, a tight white t-shirt, stretch out some thick white cotton balls for eyebrows while I cross my arms like I mean business. Mrs. Clean is gonna rock your world stains! I could see any coffee spill or ground-in dirt mark cowering at the thought of that sight.
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