We interrupt your regularly scheduled programming of Flamingo February because of a rather hairy situation.
You see, while the flamingo and I were on the computer yesterday, just taking a short break from writing, OK – we were on the phone while watching television, but we really did get writing done.
Anyway, we came across an old friend. By old, I mean I we knew her a while ago – not that she is old. We don’t want to offend anyone here. This friend in particular is Linda Hill of the Stream of Conscious variety and we read her prompt was hair. Now, first let’s say you can read all kinds of hairy posts by checking out the comments on her page and you might even want to participate here!
Now, I was immediately excited about hair but I think my flamingo was even more excited. I told her she doesn’t really have hair. You see, she does have a fuzzy exterior, but it is really considered feathers and not hair. Of course I am no expert on whether a feather is hair or not, but I don’t think she should be featured in a hair post.
You can imagine how offended she was at the prospect of my writing a post without her for Flamingo February. Oh yes, those little protrusions from her body – hair/feathers – were quite the sight. They looked just like the beast’s hackles when he sees something that needs attacking.
You could give me a toupee, she said.
I told her toupee were for men and I did not have any toupee.
But of course, she would have none of my trickery and she informed me that she was very aware that I had a toupee in my drawer. I told her there are two, and they’re called wigs not toupees. She told me they were still hair – touche!
So, prepare to be entertained by the silliness of my sweet flamingo getting in one hairy situation after another. I certainly enjoyed the experience and I can tell you, this Flamingo February is really awakening my creative side. I am so excited, the hair on the back of my neck is standing straight up!
Yes, she looked stunning in the hair – until she didn’t.
We just might have to give up on her wearing hair. She thinks I should take my wigs and cut them down to size for her. She has another thing coming if she even attempts to do that.