Grandma Henke

My mother used to say “That’s enough to curl your hair” when she heard someone let loose with a bad word or saw too much skin in a movie, or probably whenever she saw someone who might be breaking one of the Ten Commandments.   Anything a little unsavory was always “enough to curl your hair”.

Now I am just befuddled, as you can see by this picture of me hard at work blogging.    I find myself the center of a mystery.

All my life I’ve have had pretty straight hair other than a teeny bit of a wave at the bottom in the back.    I’ve grown accustomed to it and figured out how to fix it to what I hope is flattering.    All of a sudden my hair is getting curlier and curlier.    By all of a sudden, I mean within a two year time frame it has gone from straight to fairly curly.  My hair dresser (I say that tongue in cheek because I only go every couple of months or so to get a hair trim … which hardly qualifies as hair dressing) tells me I am the only person she has done regularly that this has happened to.

Thus the mystery … what in the world have I been doing that is “enough to curl my hair?”

Perhaps my stories are a little to risque?     Maybe I have said heck or darn a few times too many?      Maybe I have listened to too many campaign speeches?    Maybe I have seen too many skimpy costumes on Dancing With The Stars?       Perhaps I’ve read too many of Mark’s blogs?   Who knows?   But it is definitely a strange phenomenon.