This was a really busy week at work, and on a couple of days, work slopped into not-work the way sauce slops off
noodles sorry, pasta, onto your my shirt. My wife corrects me when I use ‘noodles’ when referring to pasta. Frankly, I don’t see the difference. I know, noodles have eggs in them, but you can’t see the eggs. It’s not like how fried rice has eggs in it, you can see that. Anyway, when I have weeks that slop out of the bowl, I tell myself not to worry and I plan on using the Stream of Consciousness Saturday prompt.
And then this happens…
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “hair.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
“Have fun” you say, Linda?” that might be easier said than done. There’s not much of a story with me and hair. I mean, I still have some, but it’s not remarkable in any way. It’s not hair that gets styled or curled, or any of the hair action words. It gets cut, washed, dried (with a towel) and smushed around with a brush, but not really brushed. Sometimes, when it’s cold outside, I’ll say to my wife: “I’m worried about going out while my hair is still wet.” She walks over and goes “Pfffffff” toward my head. Yeah, that’s how much hair is there.
On the other hand, my favorite pasta is Angel Hair.
Did you ever wonder why they named it “Angel Hair” instead of “really thin spaghetti?” I have. I mean the notion of a hair in my mouth along with food is one that creeps me out immediately. I can feel that, even as I write this paragraph. You know that feeling. And the next one, the one where you pull that hair out, and it’s 50 feet long and tangled around everything in your mouth. You want to just spit the whole shootin’ match into your napkin. Why name food after that?
If you haven’t ever thought of that, you may be wondering what’s wrong with me, that I would think of that. I think of all kinds of things like that, and it’s a perfect thing to “have fun” with on an SoCS. I almost added the ‘Saturday’ to the end of that, the way people add ‘machine’ to the end of ATM. Redundant. Still “on an SoCS” doesn’t really make me think of Saturday. I really want to add the Saturday. I don’t think SoC Saturday would be any better. I wonder what it is about acronyms. Maybe we’re only supposed to write them.
I had a boss once who would have crossed out the “we’re” in the above sentence, because he said you’re only supposed to use contractions when speaking. He also wouldn’t let me put “it” in a business report, lest someone not understand what it was referring to. You understand that the “it” I just used is referring to the “it” I mentioned 10 words earlier…right?
You know what else I wonder about? I wonder about Humpty Dumpty. Not the egg, not the ridiculous Turbo Tax commercial, but the nursery rhyme:
Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall;
All the king’s horses and all the king’s men
Couldn’t put Humpty together again.
What exactly did they expect the horses to do? Humpty was an egg. Horses are large animals not particularly well known for their dexterity. The horses in the Turbo Tax commercial don’t seem to do anything. Humpty doesn’t have any hair, but the commercial does feature a group of women in a hair salon.
I’ve got other things that make me wonder, but I’m going to stop here. Those things don’t keep me up at night, nothing really keeps me up at night. I think going to bed with a wet head might keep me up for a while, because…wet pillow, but, you know “Pfffffff” and that’s taken care of.
Today’s gallery features some perfect and some imperfect hair. No eggs, no horses.