In preparation for my upcoming journeys to two writers’ conferences in August, I got my hair done today. I haven’t got a new perm for a very long time, and I was quite overdue. My hair is very fine and poker straight, so I need a perm to give  it some body.  I went to a new hairdresser today and I think she did a great job with it, except I really won’t know until next week when it settles down a bit. Then, at the end of the month, it will be all relaxed and ready to be seen in public.

But my first test subject is always my husband. He says the same thing every time I get a new perm, and we’ve been married a long time, so this is not new. Actually, his first comment is made before he even sees it.

Yeah, he smells the chemicals before I make it around the corner. He did it again this time. His first words were, “Oh, no. You stink.”

But it’s for a worthy cause. Really. It is.

Really.