Well,...I got THE haircut. My grey-brown "mop" is now..grey-brown "fuzz!" I got a crewcut!! The "fuzz" is now less than an inch long!

Shawn,..one of my son's friends,..took one look and asked me not to come over to gossip with his mom for a month or so!! He says one look at my new hairdo and his mom will want one too! The boy,..then,..asked me if I was still going to bake chocolate chip cookies and stuff...anymore!!

(Grrrrrrrr! I suppose cutting one's hair means that one has cut off all ties with femininity!! I wonder who is teaching this boy certain types of nonsense!)

"No!" I said, closing on eye and giving him the hawkeye with the other,.."This haircut means that I've gone "radical" and I won't bake anymore goodies for you and Bill and Alec and your other buddies anymore!!
I am going to rent the Hall at the Civic Center to give talks to you fellows' moms on..."Bra burning!" and why all intellingent women should refuse to wear.."flopper-stoppers!"
I'll even make you a little pink apron, to match Bill's, to wear when all the moms around here stop housekeeping as soon as I enlighten the other mothers and women around here to "radicalism!"

This kid is twenty years old and he actually turned pale!! Shawn BELIEVED me!

"MY mother will never drive a tractor....!" he spat out. Then he did a double-take.

"Awwwww!" he stammered, "Yer a'teasing me!"

I grinned at him

He smiled back, "You still gonna make those butterscotch chip and chocolate chip cookies that our RPG group likes,..aren't you?"

"Yeah!" I said, "Right after I talk your mom into joining the National Organization for Women!"

The boy looked worried!