Mom, Ma'am, Me

She bangs

This afternoon I was at the hair salon deep in conversation with Cathy, my stylist.  As usual we were covering a plethora of topics -- our children, vacations, extended family members, Thanksgiving plans.  So it didn't really register when Cathy asked me, "Do you want me to trim your bangs?"

I guess I said yes.  But I don't actually have bangs.

Or -- shall I say -- I DIDN'T actually have bangs.

I don't hate them, but I'm not quite sure what I think.  It's been a LONG time since I have had bangs.

What do you say?  Yay or nay?

No wonder my coworkers think I'm strange

It's a quiet Friday afternoon at work.  My coworker Alice sticks her head in my office door just as I'm struggling (unsuccessfully) to contain a huge yawn.

Alice: "I saw that big yawn.  I saw it from afar."

Nancy: (pauses, mentally donning a Dr. Seuss hat)

Nancy: "I saw it from the window.

I saw it from a car.

I saw it in the morning and I saw it in the night.

I saw it in the dark and I saw it in the light.

I saw the yawn at sunset and I saw it at the dawn.

I'm very very tired.

It all started with a yawn."

Alice: (stunned, no response)

Nancy: (smiles weakly)

Alice: (continues to stare in stunned silence)

Nancy: "So, um... any plans for the weekend?"