Hair Spray the Texas Musical Starring Mima & Big Daddy

Well kids here is the hard cold truth of it all. My kids love it and say I should "sport that do" but I prefer the wig. It feels like me
Crazy Bald Headed Lady. My Dad always sang a song to the tune of Popeye the Sailor Man that went: I love to go swimmin with bald headed women, I'm Popeye the Sailor Man, toot toot.
My hat that my dear friend Claiborne knitted me with love that keeps my head warm but not too hot at night. Thank you my pal. I feel the love in every stitch.
Now the wig. Isn't it great. I love it. I am thinking of getting a blonde one to see if maybe I want to go blonde when my hair comes back. What do you'all think? Leave me a comment everyone
It fits good and doesn't itch too much. I think I am lucky that it's winter. Hopefully I will have a smidgen of hair by the time its hot.

Act One

Hair Spray the Texas Musical

Now for the whole story. My hair had started falling out just a little before we left but nothing much. When we stayed the first night of the trip in Flagstaff and I got up and showered about 10% of it fell out in the tub. It was a mess and I got most of it cleaned up and still had enough to style so on we went to Roswell. That next morning about 15% fell out but it was just thinning not in clumps, so again I had enough to style and it looked Ok. This time clean up was harder cause there is hair everywhere and you have no broom so you just mop it up with towels the best you can. When we reached San Antonio, more fell out till there was too much gone to style anymore. I went down to the desk clerk at the hotel and borrowed a pair of scissors . I figured that I could at least cut if close to my scalp. The scissors I got were so damn dull they would not cut my hair at all. I just had to chew it off with the scissors and I finally gave up when it was about to my ears (see picture)

Then on to Fort Worth, more fell out but I just started wearing my wig with the bangs worked into the wig. Cliff and I talked about finding a Walmart and getting some clippers but just never saw one when we could get off the off ramp in that horrible Dallas traffic.

Act 2

Hair Spray the Texas Musical

Finally when we got to our room in Irving , I knew we had to do something. I mean there was hair everywhere and I could not clean it all up without a vacuum or a broom and it was starting to get nasty. So Cliff decided that he might be able to shave it off with the sideburn clipper on his electric razor. He started at the back and shaved up till all he had left was a small bowl on the top of my head that looked exactly like Hitlers hair cut. We should have taken a picture but at that point we were traumatized and I was crying and said "I am so sorry that you have to do this." Cliff was almost crying and said, "I am so damn sorry that I have to do this to you, honey."

It was at this point it really got crazy because with my hair like Hitler, Cliff's razor battery died and he realized he had not brought the recharge cord. So there I was doomed to look like the most hated man in history. Cliff said, "I am going to find a Walmart right now." I said , No, I don't want you to because I knew he was 30 minutes each way minimum in the traffic and it was late and he was tired. I said, "Please just go to the desk and see if they have a pair of sharp scissors and let me try that." Luckily, they did have a pair and Cliff cut as close as he could in the back and I cut as close as I could in the front . I had promised my girls a picture so Cliff took the saddest little picture (see photo) and sent it to them. When Tony saw it he asked his mother, "Who sent you that picture of an old man in girl pajamas?" He was worried that he had made me mad but I thought he hit it spot on. That's just how I felt at that moment. By then I was emotionally exhausted and said to hell with it and crawled into bed with my good friend Claiborne's hat on and just fell asleep. I did feel better the next morning.

The saddest little pitiful Mima in the World

Act 3

Hair Spray the Texas Musical

The next morning I said to Hell with this funk and put on my big cowgirl panties and I put on my wig and felt like a girl again. It was full tilt boogie and we partied like it was 1969. ( only you old folks know what that means) Once we got home I took a razor to it and it feels sooooooo much better now. I am not comfortable going out with it bald. But I can stand for the family to see it around the house, So I have made progress!!

Last note: I told Cliff that I am sure they are looking for a serial killer who kills women and shaves their heads in motels all across Texas. They may be closing in on us as we speak!!!!!!!!!!!!!