A Spanner in the Works

"He was trapped in a haircut he no longer believed in"
"King James Version" Billy Bragg

In the quest for girldom, we all have long and short term goals. My top short term goal, for a couple months, has been a wig upgrade. This was reinforced by my last support meeting. Wigs kept coming up as I was chatting with people. Hints, or my paranoid imagination?

And one woman said, point blank, "So tell me about your wig." I told her it was cheap, purchased online, but was an improvement over male pattern baldness, which is true. Her comment was a bit blunt, but I can hardly hold that against someone. She meant well, like telling you your skirt is tucked inside your pantyhose. "You know, that hair is really not flattering." That's what I heard. It made me very self-conscious, the kind of help I don't need.

So now I'm doubly determined to address the problem. I've had several testimonials about a wonderful, t-friendly wig shop here in Lex that has been patronized by many of our local beauties, and I've been trying to find a time to sneak over there. But wait, there's a wrench to be thrown into this.

Like many Americans, my family is stretched very thin financially. We're short this month, writing cold checks, walking the tightrope. So, today, my wife says we need to make a deposit to cover some checks. She proposes we each take fifty dollars from our dresser drawer discretionary funds. In my head, I'm screaming, "Noooooooo!" Outwardly, I mumbled, "Umm, sure." What could I say?

In addition to the "don't ask, don't tell" and "no surprises" policies, my wife has a corollary I call "it's your hobby, take charge of it." This is an actual quote from last October when it all hit the fan. If I had taken charge of today's situation, I would have said that the money is already spoken for. It is going toward making me a more attractive woman. Maybe attractive and self-confident enough to take pictures, post them on my page, and stop hiding behind this stupid avatar. Maybe a step closer to letting Leslie see the outside world.

But, I did not take charge, and that fifty dollars is unlikely to come back. A hundred and sixty bucks could have gotten me a pretty nice hair hat, but I fear that $110 won't get much of anything. Maybe I can steal some cash from the kids.... Whoa, thinking like a man for a second there.

Therapy on Thursday! Missed last week, now I'm back on the brain gang.