When I grow up, I want to be the Weed and Braids Lady. You know, the gal in Jamaica that sits there as you wobble off that Carnival Cruise that hawks Bo Derek like corn rows in your hair for $10?
We all know she has also got to be selling some of that great ganja behind the counter to dress like she does.
Think of it–how relaxing. You set up a little hut right there at the dock area. You braid hair, you sell shrimp, you rent jet skis, you sell Red Stripe right out of your cooler, smoke a bowl. Have Babylon By Bus going on your iPod. And you take cash only.
Why do we women, especially American women, feel the need to be the perfect mom, wife, friend, business person, PTO lady, homeroom mom, etc. ????
We are killing ourselves!
And because we are all now educated to some degree, we are micromanaging our kids to the point that they can barely function in a real world competitive environment.
There are times that we all have our Thelma and Louise moments–you know-screw it and get in a car with a girlfriend with a case of beer and a carton of cigs and just take off on an unplanned adventure. Meet Brad along the way. Stay in cheap motels–well, uh, my T&M moment would include various Intercontinental’s and Ritz Carlton’s…..But, I digress.
I bet that Weed and Braid Lady sleeps really well at night. She probably doesn’t take any shit from her kids. All 23 of them. Ad she doesn’t have to report her income because it’s cash. So if she goes out and gets a pair of great sandals, big daddy won’t know about it. Look at that smile…
Where do I apply?
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