|"When I use my crazy face, people don't realize I'm completely bald in the back."|
Last night, I realized I haven't been in the hair salon for a year. Quickly, I calculated...
"If January comes after November, and this is a leap year, tabulating the square root of the Fourth of July on a Sunday and the Spring Equinox eclipsing the Event Horizon, then that means-"
*Takes off glasses dramatically*
"Sweet Hanna Andersson in a plaid raincoat."
On one hand, the implications of this particular fact threatened to crush me with the harsh reality I've become a shut-in.
On the other, I saw a picture of an alpaca the other day and couldn't, for the life of me, figure out who it reminded me of. Mystery solved. This Columbo of the stay-at-home-mom set shall sleep a sweet, unhindered sleep.
But how could a year have gone by? True, forgetting to call your gynecologist for a year is easy to do, but the Keeper of the Locks? I should've seen the signs.
Ten Reasons You Know It's Time To See Your Hair Stylist
1.) There's paint in your hair from re-doing the cabinets in 2013.
2.) Small children point and say, "Why does Rapunzal look sick?," and then climb your hair with suckers in their hands.
3.) You're 75% sure there's a small animal living under your schoolmarm bun. And when when that squirrel pops out, you're gonna give him a piece of your mind. (Not to mention, the whole situation means he's been piggy-backing off your John Frieda Sheer Blonde Crystal Clear hairspray. That stuff is expensive. All the cards need to be out on the table. Also, why would a squirrel need extra hold?)
4.) Top search term in your Google history? "People who think Chewbacca is the most beautiful of all fictional characters in movies, TV, fan fiction, and screen print tees."
|Maybe she's born with it...|
5.) You have a Pinterest board called "Long hair don't care. Or maybe it cares a little bit and I cry myself to sleep at night. Wait, did I make this board public? Sorry for how uncomfortable you feel right now."
(This board is sandwiched between one called "Inspirational thoughts about self-loathing" and "Cookies!")
6.) You're not sure where your split-ends start and the feral cat you picked up off the street begin.
7.) Butt crack hair that should have its own special on National Geographic
8.) Everyone asks you if you got your hair cut. But they do it ironically while handing you the business card of their stylist or gardener.
9.) All the email in your inbox begins, "Dear Mr. Don King."
10.) You can't read this blog through your hair. Go get it cut. I'll get mine cut too. And then we'll laugh and laugh about how you thought the blog would be funny once you could see the screen, but it's not as funny as you anticipated. Go call, I'll wait here.
Until Next Time, Readers!
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