Meet Waylon Garrett, he's the guy who makes me look twenty years younger, ok not, ten. Check out the ear rings, yep you guessed it, definitely not conservative. He's sweet and as far as I'm concerned he's a genius with hair. He needs lots of people who know Jesus sittin in that chair.
While my hair was cookin, he gave this little junior higher a cute do to start school. She was discussing blue streaks with her mom. She looked so cute like this, he gave a high price for two streaks, bravo. He also told them about a kid who had to shave his head, because the school won't let kids come with bright colored hair. Amazing, didn't know schools could still say anything at all, but this is the South. She left blond.
The hairdressor that was taking the pictures for me lost her birth control pills in the shop. She set them down and couldn't remember. Must have needed them because she was freakin out. I was ho ho-ing the Santa belly jiggle. Then Waylon pops up with, "If you have any extra ones put them in your house plants they love it." How would you have extra pills? He's trying to style my hair and it's a moving target. Talk about moving check out the blur his hands are making, pretty cool. Don't look at my chins. I love getting my hair done and then LIKING it!
All these Californians have been making me drool, so here's a little southern charm for you northerners, and anybody else who happens by.