Mom is Dying
Hold the condolences. Then stay for grilled alligator with marinara, a Venn diagram of salvation, a first communion and another glimpse into the 1980s.
...her hair. Again. It has universally been a disaster when she has done it herself, but every time there's some twist that renews her confidence; everything will definitely work out this time. Next thing I know I'm paying for an "emergency" salon visit, in effect paying for DIY hair dye AND a professional hair dye process. It's the opposite of a two-for-one deal: we get one hair dye for the price of two! What's not to love?
S asked me if I could keep an ear out for W (who is taking a nap) for the next hour while she dyes her hair. I asked if I should make the salon appointment now, or wait until the morning. I didn't get a firm answer on that.
(I know the correct spelling is "dyeing". But that wouldn't make the title funny.)
