Bud just hates it when he hears I am going to get my hair done. He claims, “I love your hair just the way it is.” Then he looks real quick just in case I ask him how “it is.” We both know it’s the money hairdos cost. I asked him today what kind of hairdo he didn’t like. He could only think of one, mentioning a woman who shaves her head. I guess I won’t try that one.
My mother practiced an excellent form of birth control for her daughters. She only bought cheap cotton panties because “nobody is supposed to see your underwear anyway.” I don’t know how I would have behaved otherwise, but I wasn’t about to get frisky in those horrible britches. Sometimes Mother was lucky enough to find some so cheap they didn’t have elastic in the legs, just the waist. The fit wasn’t too bad in the morning, but by midmorning, these Continue reading