A Hairy Situation

 








Many fellow writers have brought it to my attention that it's Nanowrimo month: http://www.nanowrimo.org/

Basically, the challenge is up there for budding novelists to write/post one chapter a day on the next American novel. I love that idea, as buried within my psyche is an Anne Tyler just ready to pop out and write chapters upon chapters on traveling housewives, kids who are adopted into curmudgeon families and Indian exchange students who set fire to their temporary housing in passionate efforts to exploit American technology. But, like a bad kidney stone, I'm gonna have to pass (on) it.

However, I will blog once a day to keep ye old writing fires alive.

Tonite's entry? An idea inspired by Meno. Being the good Catholic student, I can't take credit where it isn't due. Being the bad technology chick, I can't figure out how to blog roll, so here's her site again. (www.menosblog.blogspot.com)

Here's the idea: I am going to post five descriptions about the photo above. Only one of them is true. You guess, and in a few days, I'll give you the results. The great thing about this test? You don't have to fast for 12 hours. You don't have to pee on a stick. And you don't have to worry for three days that you're dying from some horrible disease.

Okay, which one tells the truth?

1. This is left over from a Halloween costume that I wore the same year I met Rex. He went as Laptop Lightfoot, I as Shopping at Thriftstores.

2. In a passionate attempt to keep my husband on his toes, I cut off my hair today and now look like Dorothy Hamil crossed with that botox chick from Dancing with the Stars (Lisa Rena). Photo to come results day.

3. My friend's horse kicked the bucket a few weeks back and, in a gesture of rememberence, she gave me a piece of his tail to tickle my kids with and to genuinely freak people out.

4. It's a wacky clip on from a princess Leah costume that I found at the Salvation Army last Sunday, along with a chipped figurine of those kids with big eyes that reads "Love is Never Looking at the C-OCK" (the "L" intentionally erased by some 1970's teenage comic)

5. It's a lock of my grandmother's hair from when she was 50. She had saved it all those years and cut it off when it started getting grey. I'm a sentimentalist at heart.

I can't wait to hear from you.