Showing posts with label Hair: Dear Ms. Parton: Hat Hair. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Hair: Dear Ms. Parton: Hat Hair. Show all posts

January 25, 2019

Dear Ms. Parton: Hat Hair

What’s on my mind? Hair. Not mine. Hoo-hoo! Never-ever-ever mine. 

So here are my Weekly Words of Wisdom: Head hair does not necessarily mean hat hair. Hat hair is what happens to head hair when you stick a hat on your head. Thank you. 

Questions? Does anyone have questions?

Dear Ms. Parton: I don’t own any hats. My hair still looks like hat hair - Curious in Cleveland

Dear Curious: Obviously, you borrow hats. Next question?

Dear Ms. Parton: I don’t own any hats, either. In fact, I never wear them, but my hair still looks like hat hair - Hopeless in Hartford

Dear Hopeless: Try a little shampoo. I hear it works wonders.

Dear Ms. Parton: My hair usta be short? En-it was easy to wear? En-I looked good in hats? En-no-one ever knew I-da worn one because my hair still looked great? E-nother women have prollems en I don’t? Em-I weird or what? - Wondering in Wyoming

Dear Wondering: Yes.

Dear Ms. Parton: My boyfriend asked me to grow my hair because he loved the long, luxurious locks that once rested on his shoulder as I read Nietzsche and he read the Kama Sutra. It wasn’t long before I was resting my hair on his shoulder, again. All he wants to do is run his fingers through that long, lovely hair and he’s satisfied. Now he’s reading Nietzsche and I’m reading the Kama Sutra - Desperate in Detroit

Dear Desperate: Wear a hat.


© Nicole Parton, 2019