My close friends and family know I've lost a lot of my hair because of some health issues (not the life threatening kind) and so I wear wigs. I've gotten used to it and now I love the convenience and variety of it. But living in windy West Texas, I always feared the rig blowing off my head. It finally happened yesterday.
I left work and walked outside to a raging wind. Since both my hands were full I wasn't holding on to my "hair" as usual in that situation. Off it came and blew away from me so fast I knew I'd never be able to retrieve it. I threw my purse and, Heaven be praised, it whacked that rug right down to the ground before it blew into the street. I couldn't put it back on fast enough.
We Baby Boomers have to learn to laugh at these getting older issues. What are you dreading? It might not be as bad as you thought:)
P.S. Looking for a new style...these were interesting. What do you think?
LOL, Jody, you must be a good shot! Glad you caught it. Cute post.
ReplyDeleteKiller purse, you mean. Glad I had it with me. Thanks, Linda:)
DeleteOh, Jody, that is HILARIOUS!!! Thanks for sharing. You're brave!!
ReplyDeleteYou are quick on your toes, that is for sure.And you must have missed your baseball calling. I think I fear breaking my ankle again the most.I have never looked at stairs the same way since that happened to me.
ReplyDeleteMy fear is my dress blowing up in one of those fierce winds. Oh, and it has happened a time or two.
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