I have lost my hair (again)

During the weekend, I rarely wear my wig. It is hats all round.

So come Monday morning, I often have to search for my wig, to ensure I look "corporate" enough to go to work.

This Monday was a mess.

I couldn't find my hair anywhere.

I checked out the usual places. Next to my bed, in my handbag, on the stack of drawers. Nowhere.

And once I had exhausted the obvious places, I began to panic as there was no other place where it could logically be.

Oh no. I had lost my hair.

I carried on looking, and my husband, who had began to notice my somewhat frantic behaviour, called out, "What's up? Can I help?"

In return I shouted. "I have lost my hair!"

To which he replied, "Oh that's just not fair. Losing your hair twice, well that's just cruel"

It took me a while to understand what he meant.

Then I realised the irony of it all.

It's true, I had already lost my hair!!!!!

Anyway needless to say, I shortly found my hair.  But when I did, I was smiling at my husbands insights and humour at my situation!!!

Smart ass!