In Texas, the higher the hair, the closer to God.

I really did think I was in the Steel Magnolias hair salon. It's in an old house, and let's just say it is cozy crowded. There was a 25-year-old young man in there when I showed up. When he left, the two hair stylists were discussing whose daughter they could fix him up with! Then it was my turn to get "Texas Hair." I told the stylist that Texas hair was not quite understood in California. That's when she quoted the title of this post, which made me laugh.

We then proceeded to discuss topics ranging from the national election to education to illegal immigration to the United States constitution. I must say I have never met a hairdresser who could intelligently discuss all of the above. And she HASN'T made up her mind who to vote for in the general election - good for her! All the while she was brushing a potion (actually two of them for something called a high-low) on my hair and wrapping it in foil. We had to pause our discussion so I could sit under the dryer, and then I was washed, cut, and blow dried. The results can be seen in this picture.

I also was filled in on the proper procedure for eating crayfish - pronounced "crawfish" in Texas. My daughter and son-in-law insist they will NOT be eating any tonight, but I'm game. Not sure if I'll suck the juice out of the head after I bite it off, though. Stay tuned.