I think I’ve mentioned around here that MY HAIR! IT’S CURLY NOW! BECAUSE OF ADVANCED-AGE HORMONES OR SOMETHING!
Oh, yes! After a lifetime of having hair that was naturally as flat as a board, I suddenly have curls.
Some mornings, if I just towel-dry my mop of new curls and let it air-dry, it all turns out fantastically well. And on some mornings, it doesn’t. It’s kind of a hit-and-miss sort of air-styling option for me.
On Saturday, I employed the air-drying technique, and then I threw caution to the wind! I hauled out the curling iron, and I made curls WITH THE HELP OF ELECTRICITY on top of the curls THAT JUST SHOW UP BECAUSE OF THE ADVANCED-AGE HORMONES.
And what I ended up with was enough curls to make a poodle envious.
All day long, I kept feeling like a member of Twisted Sister, and I asked Hubs where I should plug things in at for my soundcheck.
And all day long, Hubs kept shouting out, “Testing! One! Two! Three!” That was usually followed by him yelling, “We’re not gonna take it! No! We ain’t gonna take it!”
All because of the curls.
And really? How can you expect a weekend NOT to be equal to EXCELLENT when you’re sporting a head of hair like I had? Or when your husband spends an entire day humming ’80s hair band songs to himself?
It WAS a good weekend, people. And at the moment, I’m entirely too tired to write anything fancy, so I’ll just see y’all tomorrow.