Red hair rocks!

If it’s good enough for Lucy, it’s good enough for me. I love being a redhead. When I turned 60 I saw a wig seller in the middle of a mall down south. I tried different colors and decided that I liked red, dark red, best of all and have been a redhead ever since. Today I went to the hairdresser to get some fresh color. I always feel better when my hair is done. And I needed to feel better after I had been to the hospital for my preadmission tests (blood work, physical therapy, ekg). All ready for surgery next Monday. Yeah!