Sunday, March 1, 2009

Escape from Alcatraz

Naturally, this is how the weather was the day we left The Rock:

Wouldn't want there to be sunny skies, or calm seas, or anything...

It was a great ride, however. And I had to drive. So I was au natural. No meds.

Three months is a record for us to not leave the island. To say we all needed haircuts was an understatement. Plus, well, this is not a very big island. You get sort of...tired...of seeing the same people all the time. Even the kids were a little twitchy. 
People at drive-thru windows -at like, oh, say- the bank, and Dunkin' Donuts, were slightly put off by my...enthusiasm...for them. I imagine it must seem strange to them for somebody to be excited to see them. 
And to stay in line and chat. 
Until horns honk.
I should invest in a bumper sticker that says "I don't get out much."

"Hey, hey, we're the Monkee's....
People say we monkey around...
But we're too busy sin-gin'
To put anybody downnnnnn...."


Within 12 hours, we were all sportin' new 'do's.


I love Mike the Barber.


  1. Hmm, thanks for the reminder: my last cut was around Thanksgiving...

  2. I don't see anything wrong with Thing's hair in the first picture. It's kinda how I look on a daily basis. Although they're both stylin' after their visit with Mike the barber. Sounds like a fun day!!