Hip

I’m not referring to the titanium replacements I sport, but rather my “new” hair style.

While fending off squirrels, I did manage to express the boredom I had with my hair style on Monday. My stylist told me the young girls were now asking for this new cut. It’s called “the shag.” She and I laughed, because we were both of the shag era, emulating Farrah Fawcett or the shorter style. So I said, “What the heck. Go for it!”

I would post a photo, but really, I’m still trying to discern how it’s different from what I had.

Perhaps I’ve just been hip and with-it since Junior High? No need to comment, friends or family.