Hello all!  Okay I’m back!  Sorry it’s been so long since I last posted (I know you missed me) but I have a good explanation.  Frank, the jackass who lives in the apartment above my beautiful salon got piss-assed drunk one night and decided to take a bath.  Not that I have problem with a man wanting to take a bath or anything…that’s a whole other post I think.  Anyway…he turns the taps on full blast, adds a full bottle of pine-scented pot pourri oil (that his ex-girlfriend gave him to use because his shit smelt so bad)…and staggers to his bedroom to get undressed.  That’s as far as he made it.  He passed out cold, buck-naked on his floor…

Meanwhile…the water in the tub continued to rise and rise and rise…for the next 6 hours while he lay in a pool of his own beer-tinged drool.  Of course the water had to go somewhere…and you guessed it…right through the ceiling and into the salon!  Needless to say, I was not a happy person the next morning when I arrived at Glamatopia and found a huge chunk of ceiling lying all over my salon and water rushing in like it was bloody Niagara Falls.  I was not pleased.  And Frank…well he’s now short a ball and talking like Mickey Mouse.

It’s taken me a while to get things cleaned up and get back on track - so please forgive me - and if you don’t?  Well I really couldn’t give a fuck…

Gabby out