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Wednesday, August 20, 2008

Black Canary brings Conehead Mass Quantities of Chemo Candy!


A wonderful event chez Infusion today was the arrival of Black Canary Barbie with a giant gift bag with mass quantities of candy for the infusion picnic. Even more wonderful: some of it was wearable! That BCB thinks of everything, including edible accessories!

Here BCB captured the adventure of CrackHo Conehead discovering her inner Pocohontas look with a sweet-tart necklace. She then gave in to temptation. Funny nobody in the Suite wanted to try any candy after that...


Obligatory factual updates:
1. Doc Hen (OMG!!***sighs***) sez that oh yeah baby let's do some radiation treatment after all. Has everything to do with avoiding brain cancer. An avoidance which is top on the 'Ho's list. So CrackHo will spend part of the Yuletide under a very expensive tanning lamp (like to tan your innerds). Will def cut down on the snackage she consumes during the holidays. At least I'll be able to fit into my 'ho 'ho 'ho attire. Doc Hen sez no stomach tube so we won't have to worry about mashing up Freebster Boings most excellent chocolate and red pepper cookies into liquid...
2. CrackHo has discovered that Beldar Conehead is the dad, so therefore she cannot be Beldar. Connie Conehead just isn't bling enough for this here site, and Pyraamar the mom's name has been optioned by Mother o'CrackHo.
3. You can call it infusion but it feels like chemo. You can put lipstick on a pig and call it Monique but it is still a pig. You can call her CrackHo and she's still...CrackHo! (Hey Monique can I borry yo' lipstick??)

"Just tell them you come from France"

Tired of making Chia-'Hos every time I brushed my hair, tired of my hair blowing through the wind (instead of the wind blowing through my hair), CrackHo, on the advice of Chris at EnVy Salon in Roswell (go there, he will make you beautiful and happy), decided it was time to go retro as Beldar Conehead. Control what you can, baby!!


My wonderful hairdresser Chris, advisor, part-time therapist and soon-to-be famous star in the movie about the Cheating Bastard (playing himself the Fabulous Hairdresser, not the C.B.), stars in the pix below. He "got rid of a symptom" of cancer: that is, I don't make no more Chia-'Hos everytime I brush my hair. We celebrated with a touch of prosecco and some tears and a lot of laughter! Thank you, Chris!


Beldar & Ma Conehead