Debadu.

Whenever I step out of the shower, I immediately wrap my hair in a towel before drying off with another towel - otherwise, my still-wet hair drips all over the place, and down my back and shoulders, and try as I might, I just can’t dry off completely. So I need the towel. I like the towel. It is warm and comfortable. Sometimes, I let my hair stay in the towel for about 20 minutes or so, as it gives it a little extra lift, since it dries for a short while in an upright position. When I walk around the house like this, I claim to be Erykah Badu. What can I say - I’m a fan of super cool headgear.

I come out today, wearing my chic towel. “Hello, Ms. Badu,” my husband greets me. I saunter by.

After a short time, he asks if I’m ready to go out for a walk, since it is a beautiful day, and hell, I could use the exercise.

“Yes,” I say. “Just let me de-Badu.”

De-Badu.

Debadu.

I just think that is a damn cool word. Say it out loud a few times. You’ll feel like you’re about to break into a little scat song. Debadu…baduWAH! Zipzipbaduwee! Boodawahbadoowee! AHHH!

I just wanted to share that with you.

{points over to ana’s table}—>
I’ll have what she’s having!

Is that anything like Dooby, Dooby Doo? Oh My Og, I’m so old!