My Thinnest Part

The thinnest thing about me is my hair. Of all the GD things to be thin hair is the one thing I would like to be fat, or at least thick, full, or big. But no, I have thin lifeless wispy and all things pitiful when it comes to hair. Now top that all off with my poor natural hairstyling abilities and basically I am a hair moron.

I have done my best to get a great hair dresser who can skillfully cut each and everyone of my two hundred and twelve hairs to make them seem like triple their ranks. I have finally after half a century of trying learned to hold a round brush in one hand and a hair dryer in the other to style said few hairs to make them look presentable.

All well and good in a land of unlimited power supply and the best hair dryer known to man, but I am at camp in Maine. No hair dryers allowed. Not because they want everyone to look like a refugees from 1967, just because the grid can’t accommodate 1200 watts. So I am left with flat, and lifeless hair.

Tonight is the big anniversary party for camp owners George and Holly. Normally at camp a baseball cap will hide the worst of my hair, but tonight is a beautiful barn dinner and dance followed by the surprise fireworks show. Well surprise, my thin hair looks like a firework already. In my next life it is only fair that I comeback as a tall thin blond with thick flowing hair, I know I will have to give up some comedy genes to get that, but I’m will to sacrifice.