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Head Games

Is a hair dresser

A chiffonier that holds wigs

Asking for a friend

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Take Off, Eh?

First flight! I remember mine well. It was forty years ago and I have to say, while it didn’t stop me from flying again, I do only fly when necessary.

Thank you to Charli Mills and the Carrot Ranch

for allowing me this opportunity to laugh!

 

The honeymoon flight from Detroit to Los Angeles was her very first. Not knowing what to expect, the young bride allowed her more well-traveled husband to guide her along the way.

He graciously gave her the aisle seat and held her hand gently while the flight attendant covered the emergency instructions.

As the plane pulled back, he reminded her that she should put the chewing gum in her mouth.

“Honey, look we’re climbing into the clouds!”

She leaned forward to take a look and vomited on the back of the head of the person seated in front of her.

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

Old Dog New Tricks

We were faced with using SQUARE and CIRCLE, so I chose TROGLODYTE and WHIRL.

The troglodyte thought

I’ll give it a whirl, why not

Learn to disco dance

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

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It Grows Back

Thank you, to Charli Mills, for this week’s prompt, which takes me on a stroll down memory lane. We had to use the phrase “her crowning glory” and even though it took me a minute, I knew I had to go there.  For some hair-raising fun, visit the Carrot Ranch  

True story!  My mother was in beauty school and practiced on the heads of all who would allow her to get near them with a comb and scissors. One evening, she went a bit too far and the results were regrettable. Alas, neither myself nor my husband ever let her cut our hair again. And no, she never finished beauty school.

They went to visit her mother. Both were in need of a haircut. Her mother was enrolled in beauty school and needed to practice on real heads as opposed to mannequins.

He went first. Drape in place, the scissors could be heard merrily snipping away. Renegade hairs were whisked off his shoulders and they pronounced him perfect.

When it came to her crowning glory, her mother was not so attentive. As her husband walked by to get a drink of water, he shrieked in horror. Her mother had replicated HIS cut on the left side of his wife’s head!

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben

lack a class

You stand at the fridge

Drinking ice-cold lemonade

Straight from the bottle

Hoping no one will see you

That you did not use a glass

©2020 Annette Rochelle Aben