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WOD Challenge 02-11-21 The Other Woman

Hello everyone and welcome to a frigid Thursday here in fantasy land, where I have decided to become…The Other Woman — at least for today, lol.

I’m so sick of my hair. Luckily, I have wigs and hats, so today, I am rocking both to see 1) if I can stand it and 2) if it’s a look I can feel comfortable pulling off. I tell you what, they are hot! I mean, I look hot (just kidding) but they are warm and the feeling of heavy hair on my neck is warm and scratchy. I’ve probably been holding my head a certain way all day too, which is making my neck sore, but I want to see what my man thinks of my new look. Knowing him, he will act nonchalant, like it’s no big deal. But it is a big deal to me.

I never realized how much hair affected my self esteem. If I had cancer and was losing my hair, I could understand that so much better. Anyway, I want your opinion. I took a couple of selfies with it on, one with my hair behind my ear, and one with the wig like it normally lays. Another bothersome thing is wearing my ear buds hurt really bad, probably from the combo of the wig and the hat pressing on my ears. I don’t like the look of the wig by itself because I need that poof on top which this wig doesn’t have and my other one has too much!

So, take a look, and give me your honest opinion. I would also consider cutting the length to get it off my neck, if that is an option y’all come up with. Okay. Thanks a lot for visiting fantasy land and I appreciate you playing along.

 
I just realized I suck at selfies, lol!

 

Word of the Day Challenge

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3TC Challenge 26 June 2018

Today’s Three Things Challenge is brought to us by The Haunted Wordsmith and takes it’s words from the British vernacular, Nicked, Nutter, and Nosh. (Stolen, crazy person, food)

Here is my attempt:

Her Concert Story

Photo credit: Wikipedia

Holly’s sister Brenda got to go see the Beatles back in the day and Holly was so jealous. She was considered too young at the time, and her mom was very strict. Brenda came home the next day and told Holly all about it while they noshed on chocolate chip cookies and milkshakes, Brenda’s way of softening the blow.

Holly sat at the kitchen table, rapt as the story Brenda told flowed from her lips in between sips from the straw stuck in her thick, vanilla milkshake. “Oh my God, Holly, it was like nothing you’ve ever seen. Clearly those girls were nutter for the Fab Four and screamed and cried the whole show…it’s a wonder we heard a word they were singing!” She took a bite of her cookie and Holly’s eyes grew round as Brenda then told her about her purse getting almost nicked, the people were jammed in together so close, she almost didn’t feel it.

Thankfully, Brenda caught the movement out of the corner of her eye, held on tight to her purse and turned her body away from the would-be robber. She knew every song the Beatles sang, she said, and enjoyed the remainder of the concert without incident. It was surely the best night of her life and Holly was at once happy for her sister and jealous that she’d never get to see them. She was right, as John Lennon was killed the very next month.

She would have high hopes and fantasize about seeing Led Zeppelin some day, they were her favorite band. Alas, that would never happen either.

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