Fancy Lady

fancy lady

I am a very fancy lady, I have lovely, lovely hair…

This is my kids’ favorite pool game: It involves me giving myself this ridiculous hairdo, transforming myself into a “very fancy lady”; so fancy, in fact, that I do not deign to smile or speak in normal conversational tones.  Instead, I sing, chin held high, prancing around and extolling the resplendence of my marvelous hairdo… until I inevitably trip and fall in the pool, throw a splashy tantrum, and have to swim back to the underwater salon (while the kids shriek with laughter).  I have been doing this since I was about twelve.  Never gets old.

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