I was in the shower last night… calm down, ladies. You too, swampbear. And as tends to happen, a few stray hairs detached by vigorous shampooing of my scalp found their way to the water-saturated wall of the shower.
Glancing at two of these hairs in particular, my mind was struck with the resemblance to a pop-culture icon of old. With my finger, I dragged a third to join in their arrangement, thereby forming a spiffing good replica of Alfred Hitchcock’s “sketch” silhouette, seen on Alfred Hitchcock Presents.
I then hummed the theme song, stepped up so that my shadow… or rather, my nose’s shadow, as my hair isn’t very long… lined up with the outline, and delivered in my best Hitchcockian impression a somber “Good Evening” to no one in particular.
Since the other ladies have already covered the swooning and drooling, I would just like to add that things like this are why I consider you my friend.
Because I spent a good half an hour last night pirouetting in my kitchen, pretending I was a ballerina, just because I happened to be wearing pink slippers.
