If the shower is broken... I had nothing to do with it!

The highlight that the Oilers beat the pants off the Vancouver Canucks and the celebration that my blood went semi back to normal and I was allowed to come home after the treatment this morning, was overridden by the fact that I had a shower this evening.

Now I know what you are thinking… a shower? Big whoop-tee-do… but let me set this out for you in a slightly different manner.

I think there may be a problem with the MOM’s (My Other Mother) aka MJ’s drain tomorrow morning when one of the upper room siblings goes to have a shower, but let me try and make it as clear as possible that I had absolutely no control over any possible blockage.

It was catastrophic! With each pass of my hand through my hair, the hair from my head would cling to my hand. Literally… it was an absolutely horrid experience that I hope no one ever has to go through. There was hair that lodged in my watch, hair sticking to the shower sides, and honestly, handfuls of hair in each hand… THE WHOLE TIME! And with each strand of hair that passed the quick scoop over the drain (my sad, sad attempt to salvage the hair so that we could glue it back to my head), there was a tear shed.

Just take a moment to count the hair on a small section of your head… imagine the amount of tears shed for (almost) an entire head of hair.

And so, in a protest against going bald, I hereby solemnly swear to not shower again until the remaining locks fall out on their own. I haven’t put this plan past Mother J or the rest of the lil’ chicks from the coup but hopefully they are willing to jump aboard the “Save Angela’s Hair” train before it’s too late…

Yes, I know... hair will grow back, just like the lilies of the field unfold like new each spring. BUT, I am kind of impartial to the idea of having hair, especially for the upcoming Christmas season. I have become rather fond of my hair... (a nerd? Most definately!). And, if my hair stays, I would have the pleasure of pointing out to a particular Motherly-Priestly gal that she was wrong in saying that it would all go.

Oh, and I most definitely was able to attend the Advent Lessons and Carols but it may be another day or two before I am able to put the experience into words. As my chocolate adoring crime friend could attest to, my only word to describe the nights events is: “WOW” (which was the same word that I used for TEC… which happened to be one of the most life changing experiences in the Life and Times of Me… so I think that says a lot…) I will keep you posted… with the time that I can save on having a shower, I can post!!