December 18, 2009
Little Wenchies On My Shoulders
A conversation between the little Angel Wench sitting on one shoulder, and the Devil Wench sitting on the other...
AW: Our hair is getting reeeaaally long.
DW: I know. Isn't it awesome? We got two compliments on it today!
AW: It's probably as long as when we got it cut for Locks of Love.
DW: Huh. Maybe. Wow, even our bangs look good lately. Why isn't anyone taking pictures of us? People are always wanting pictures when our bangs are clumpy and curving to the left. Why not now?
AW: You know, if we cut it off right now, we'd still have enough left to make a ponytail.
DW: Really. How fascinating. But I believe it is called a pigtail when it sticks straight out horizontally from one's head.
AW: Am I being too subtle? Read my lips: We should really make another Locks of Love donation.
DW: Why?
AW: We have almost two feet of hair! What else are we going to do with it?
DW: Preen. And bask in the compliments. And preen.
AW: An admirable goal, I'm sure.
DW: Clearly, you do not remember the emotional anguish of The Bob. The rending of garments? The eating of ash? Any of this ringing a bell?
AW: What's more important -- your vanity, or a little, bald child with leukemia?
DW: Well, I know what I'm supposed to say...
AW: A little, bald girl with huge eyes and inch-long eyelashes, clutching a plushie unicorn, telling Santa all she wants for Christmas is hair.
DW: Aaahhh'm just not feelin' it.
AW: You're a horrible person.
DW: Hmm. I think we'll wear our hair in a ponytail tomorrow.
Comments
I love you when you write things like: "Preen. And bask in the compliments. And preen."
Posted by: kurt at December 24, 2009 12:03 AM