I miss the updates on Tammy's ex, her no-good son crashing sports cars bought by her ex, her airport encounters with TSA, her piercings and tats, her deadbeat sister, her exercise regimen, and tales of taking her former sister-in-law to male strip shows. It's a sitcom that has no cable reruns. Plus, Tammy's hair over the many years was cut and colored to resemble every animal in The Lion King.
Before Tammy, there was ponytail Eddy, and when I felt rich there was that stylist entertaining all the Lebanese women in Plano during my highlights and eyebrow threading. Before giant pick-up truck Eddy there was ADHD marathon-running Sheri. Before Sheri there was Cheri. But now I'm searching for a reliably weird and inexpensive stylist. The gal who bought Tammy's shop is pleasant, but can't get both sides even.
Do not run with scissors.
© 2013 Nancy L. Ruder