Have you been to the Rainforest Cafe in Disneyland where you sit on barstools that look like this?
Awesome, right? I mean, what's better than bellying up to the bar and getting a little sloshy all while having a duck butt?
I'll tell you what's better. Getting your hair cut while having somebody else's legs, that's what.
So, I go to my salon today excited for a trim, scooch my bum into the seat ready for a couple of hours sans kids poking their fingers up my nose, and start to fake-chat with my stylist to seem cordial without suggesting that maybe we just skip the catch up and let me sit in utter silence. But then, I panic. I didn't wear those boots! I don't even own those boots for crepe's sake.
After a couple of minutes, I got used to the idea of my new legs. So, you can imagine my shock when they disappeared completely.
But, don't worry. Even though they had to scoot me out of there in a salon chair, my hair looked quite sexy.
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I'D RATHER WEAR PAJAMAS