So, I got my hair done today. It hadn't been cut for about 6 months and I was really needing something done. My hair was choking me in my sleep. My hair lady cut 4 inches off and I was just going to tell her to stop there because I really don't mind leaving the salon with my hair wet. After all, I was just going to the grocery store.
But she put some gel in it and started blow drying. And you know....it's kind of nice to have someone do your hair. So I sat. Then she got the curling iron out and curled all my hair. Then she sprayed hair spray on it. I don't think I've had hair spray on my hair in 5 or 6 years. Maybe longer. Probably longer.
Then I went to HEB with my very big, fat, Miss Texas pageant hair. And my no make up and flip flops. They were my really cute flip flops though so it's OK.
I had a short-lived stress attack about 5:00 when I realized I hadn't started supper and didn't have a single pan I needed clean in which to cook. S called and said, "let's go out." I love that man.
But on the way out of the restaurant we got rained on. A lot. And when we got home and I looked in the mirror, I remembered how gross rain + hairspray is. S just looked at my hair and suggested I take a shower.
So now I'm sitting here with my clean, soft, flat hair in a pony tail. The girls are asleep in the living room floor because they don't "do" thunderstorms very well. The dishes are still dirty too.
Just thought I'd share my Friday night with ya'll.
I wouldn't trade it for all the hairspray in the world.