Chair warfare

Tonight I spent some time with my twin sis, Jackie 
and one of my older sisters, Linda.
Jackie is getting rid of a chair.
It is a chair I have loved from afar.
I. pine. for. it.
Truly it is a chair love affair.
Linda has threatened to take it.
She has tormented me that she will own it.
I am on the offense.
I WILL get the chair.
We belong together.
Besides, I have ammunition.
Many weapons stories.

Jackie and I used to sport terrible hairdos.
We had two looks.
Pixie cut with uneven bangs (thank you cowlicks)
or bad Toni home perms.
We wanted long, flowing locks.

We would wear our pajama pants on our heads 

and pretend the pant legs were our hair.

We would flip them all around.
It was entertaining...
dancing and flipping hair.

These were the days before Atari.

Atari was before Nintendo.

We are ancient.

We were cool and imaginative.

Or we were just weird.

When we were in high school

a hypnotist came for an assembly.

Jackie was chosen to be hypnotized.

When he said a certain chosen word

she left her seat,

took the stage

and started singing

"I Got You Babe".

At the time she had a short haircut but 

she swung her head around

like she had 3 ft. of hair.

It was crazy.

I wanted to throw her 

a pair of pajama pants.

That would have stolen the show.

So Jackie...I got you babe.
Walk away from the chair
and no one gets hurt.