Pardon Me While I Enjoy My Life (1)

So I say this not to brag—

For clearly I have naught to brag about,

Except the fact that I have life today.

But I say this to show

That even an ordinary woman

Can have an extraordinary day.

If there are just two things

I am known for,

One is, I am everlasting comic relief

To the gods, and the great cloud of witness

Which shrouds the universe.

For even when I do not try at all

Humor exudes from me,

And I applaud it.

Jester is my name.

The only other thing that constant is

About me is my eternal bad hair.

The bad hair day for me has lasted near

To five decades now, with no signs of letting up.

And hence the drama of my story—

For I went to get my hair cut,

And a wonder working Anne Sullivan type

Got a hold of my Helen Keller hair.

She somehow cut it and made it look longer

At the very same time.

She asked me who had highlighted it for me.

And I told her I had not put any color on it for more than 6 years,

So I guess the wind and the rain had done it.

She said it was perfectly umbrayed… what ever that is

And that the Kardashians paid over 200 bucks to get their hair that way.

And then she fixed it for me—

Dolled it up.

And I told her.

“Don’t make me look too dang good.

No one will recognize me.”

And sure enough,

I went to the grocery store

And the manager, himself, offered to carry out my three little sacks,

And asked me if I was new in town.

He’d never seen me before.

I knew no one would recognize me…

So… we will see

I can probably never get my hair to look that way again,

But it made me feel like a million bucks,

And everyone deserves a day like that every now and then,

And when we do, we ought to relish them,

And say, “Pardon me, while I enjoy my life.”