update

So, Loralee and I have become friends...sort of :) My new friend Loralee from the hair salon in St. Vital called me to update me on our mutual dreadster hairdresser, Nancy. She called Nancy's boyfriend's dad who owns a coffee shop on Osborne to see what's up with Nancy. Well, there's NO ANSWER at dad's coffee shop. Which has wierded her out completely, so she called Nancy, and can't get ahold of Nancy or her boyfriend (which also does dreads, btw). So she left a message at Nancy's place with her number and my number and is waiting to hear back...her and I are both a little concerned about Nancy. I really think M and I should have gone around the back of Salon Soho to see if it was open. What if...what if someone came in at closing on Saturday, and did something nasty to the dreadsters and their chihuaha (sp?)...did I mention there's a resident pooch? Then slipped away, leaving the back door open... what if we had gone around back and knocked on the door and it gently creaked open...then we would have stared at each other, held hands tightly and crept inside, calling "hello? anyone there?" We would have rounded the corner (assuming there is a corner) and seen .... ahhhhhh! Then we would have called the cops and while they are questioning us, I would be complaining that's "it's such a shame! There are NO other dreadsters in the 'peg! NOW who's going to do my hair?!" I can see CSI New York wanting a piece of this one, hey?