Miss Frizzle

Yesterday when I rolled out of bed in front of my full-length mirror I observed my hair. I thought to myself, "this mop looks like it's been through a strong nor'easter". It was day two, so no shower (still trying to save the world that way). I tried to lessen the crazy with a few passes of a curling iron, but after trying to reason with it, we (my hair and I) came to an impasse. At work I forgot all about my hair. My boss came in to my office and upon seeing me, paused in the middle of her sentence to ask, "are you ok?" Apparently my hair was giving off a "I'm having a rough go of it" vibe. I assured her I was fine and was, in fact, going for a more carefree look afterall...thank you.

Then in the late morning the plant guy Chris, walks into my office and says, "whoa, your hair looks different". Ok, now I know that if the plant guy, who himself has a pretty wiley 'do, is noticing, my hair really must be that bad. So I hop up and over to the bathroom mirror trying to get a good 180 degrees on it. I finally see what they've both commented on. I curled one clump of hair straight out. One curl was electrocutedly parallel to the floor while the rest of my wavy hair tamely hung around my neck. I messed with my hair a bit and then returned to my cube wisely laughing at myself. "Yes, this is bad hair, but it's nowhere near as bad as..."


Happy Friday!

kiki san