The very nice homeless gentleman who said I look exactly like Stevie Nicks and that I'm gorgeous and all that
(see CALL ME STEVIE)
would no longer recognize me.
Previously, Stevie and I probably had two things in common: our golden tresses and mid-life weight gain.
We are down to one thing now because I got my hair cut. It (my hair) is in a plastic bag on my dining room table so I can donate it to Locks of Love. If you have at least eight inches of hair you can live without, and I'm not talkin' pubes, please consider getting it whacked like Tony Soprano getting rid of an
But don't be concerned. I am not bald. I had plenty to give away and I have plenty left. Just not Stevie tresses anymore.
So now since I'm entering a convent,
see CANCELLATION TRIALS & TRIBULATIONS
I prefer to be known as Sister Stevie, or perhaps Sister Sledge.
Sing with me Sister Bloggers: We are family! I've got all my sisters and me!
Infinities of love,