Some Hairy Stories

Story # 1
For those of you who don't know I can't stand hair. I am not talking about hair that is attached to a person. I am talking about loose hair that somehow finds its way in my food, my mouth, my drink and this past Sunday in my communion cup. Was this hair that I found on Sunday a message from God?

Story # 2
Well now you know that I hate hair. My subconscious also knows this and insists on incorporating loose hair in my dreams. Well, recently I have dreamed that I had a hairy tongue and was trying to lick a loose hair from my dinner plate. No matter how much I tried I couldn't lick that little hair off.

Story # 3
I have a hair that grows on the end of my nose. No matter how many times I pull this hair out it insists on reappearing. I pull. It grows!

Story # 4
They are called mutant hair and they grow at an alarming rate. They are black in color and thick in appearance. Marie (now think really hard you know who I am talking about) once had one of these mutant hairs on her arm and insisted on not pulling it out. It's this behavior that allows them to spread to others. So I blame Marie! Her hair however was neither black nor thick.

Have you ever had a day when you really struggle with writing topics. Well today was one of those days for me.