I'm starting to sound repetitive about this hair stuff,
but here I go...
So I braved it and left the wig box in the car. I headed into the hotel to wait. Diane didn't have a hard time recognizing me. We gabbed for 5 hours and we could have gone on for 5 more.
Before we even had a drink, we explored and laughed our way all over the historic hotel. It felt like we were back in Iowa, acting up. But at least back when we did our kid pranks, we were smart enough to hide behind our disguises. I wish I had a photo of us back in the day with our plastic mustache & glasses combo.
I drove home to Houston that night, thinking about our shared memories, living next door as kids. I thought over what we learned about each other as we talked about our lives since 1966. And I even thought about the great internet, that reconnected us 10 years ago and has allowed us to keep in touch.
What I didn't think about... was my hair or my wig!
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!