TGIF by Angie Ledbetter

Yay, it's Friday, and in honor of the end of another work and school week, I think I'm going to treat myself to a haircut. (Not the usual kind I get on the run from Super Duper Bill's that costs $9.95, but the real kind, in a real salon.) Although I'm saying, "TGIF" because it's almost time for the weekend, I'm sure my kids are saying it for another reason -- Thank Goodness It's Fixed, meaning Mom's hair.

While at the salon, I'm hoping the professionals there can wave their magic wands, sprinkle on the magic dust, and utter the proper incantations to bring this client from a look which resembles hair in a windstorm to something more befitting a woman with pride in self.

So, even if my vision of loveliness doesn't come true, at least I'll enjoy the luxury of having my hair washed and pampered as I lean my smocked self back in the reclining chair. And just for today, my bad hair day will be someone else's responsibility. Now, that's something worth being grateful for!