Gigi and I go to the same hairdresser Ashley. She’s a tall nice 23 year old woman. We both like her and she does good work.

We never go to see Ashley together. Today at 10 we will.

I jumped in the shower and Gigi was busy brushing her teeth with the Braun toothbrush.

Gigi said, “I don’t want Ashley to think I stink”.

“We’re old Gigi. We probably smell like urine, Ben-Gay and moth balls to Ashley”, I said.
“You think so?” Gigi asked.

I said, “Tell Ashley its time for you to get your hair done in one of this haircuts that look like Jupiter.”

I have never got that planetary look old ladies do with their hair. It all comes out looking like a gaseous planet.