My friend...oh let's call her Lollie lives in the Boston area. We met years ago when we worked for at the same company. The company crumbled, but we stayed friends. We seldom see each other in person. We maintain the relationship on the phone and now with the wonders of Facebook. Lollie posted this tonight:
I'm told by Andrew that I need a bumpit so I can have pretty hair.
Andrew is her son--I think he is 5 or 6 now. There are various comments from friends (including me) wondering if the bumpit really works.This is what Lollie writes:
So funny! I had one in my hands at Walgreen's but picked up some sham-wow's instead!
I wish she would have called me first. I was dazzled by the Sham Wow™ commercials back in my chips and wine for dinner era. The Sham Wow™, Sham Sucks. Then Lollie wrote:
Scraps of felt. When I realized i'd been cheated, I felt myself morph into a cartoon lollipop.
If Lollie were a cartoon, this is what she would look like:
