So today I’m feeling very happy and philosophical.  Maybe it’s the blazing sun that’s shining in the front window of Glamatopia or maybe it’s the Cardinal perched on the window sill singing away.  I’m not even annoyed with my neighbors’ yappy little dog - that’s a rarity for me.  I like animals so don’t go all PETA on me…but this dog NEVER shuts up - EVER - and most days I seriously want to muzzle him with duct tape.  He’s cute and everything but his bark is so high pitched it makes fingersnails on a chalkboard seem quite pleasant. 

No…today has been a good day.  Customers have been pleasant, left huge tips (that always makes me happy anyway) and I’ve yet to tell anyone to fuck off - another rarity for me.  Even my coffee was the perfect blend of cream and sugar.  These days don’t happen often, so I think I’m just going to sit back and cherish it while it lasts….

I can’t believe it – I look at my appointment book first thing this morning and realize I have all 4 of them in the salon at the same time…on the same day. Now it’s only 9 AM and I’ve already downed half the flask of “emergency whisky” I keep stashed in the mannequin bust displaying the latest Louis Ferre wig. I hollowed out the head. Nobody knows it’s there except me and the mannequin. And since she’s already seen me dissect a very large portion of her Styrofoam brain with a pair of scissors, I’m pretty sure she’s going to keep her mouth shut…if she knows what’s good for her.

By the way, I’m Gabby Gossip and this beautiful little salon is all mine! Well that’s not true…my ex-husband forked over some of the seed money in the divorce settlement. He had to. Unless of course he wanted everyone at his firm to see the pictures of him wearing my fishnets and stilettos. Pay back is a bitch isn’t honey? Well that’s what happens when you change your oil in some other woman’s garage…in broad daylight…on a Sunday afternoon…in plain view of sweet, little 7 year-old Mary-Ellen Fisher and her lemonade stand.

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