OK you caught me. I’m having a good hair day.
BUT, why is it that when you’re having a good hair day (and it doesn’t happen to me all that often!), you have nowhere to go and no one sees you? Except your husband and lord knows he’s not likely to notice. I mentioned this question to Mr. Picket Fence at lunch today and he said, “actually I did notice you hair was nice today”. To which I replied “thanks for not sharing that thought with me”……
Has this ever happened to you? Well, of course it has. What do I do now? If I go outside, I’ll ruin my hair in the breeze. If I stay in the house I’m taking a big risk that no one will pop in. I don’t know Brad Pitt, Cameron Mathison or any other hunky movie star. And Lord knows, I don’t want to be a home wrecker but I gotta tell you that if one of those guys stops at my house today, he’ll take one look at my hair and say, hey sweetie, wanna go out for an adult beverage? And it will snowball from there & pretty soon you’ll read in the tabloids about this old woman in Minnesota who’s short, fat, ugly and well, old……..who has broken up (fill in name here)’s marriage.
There’s only so much pressure I can handle. You hearing me sister?
Now I don’t want any of you people that I know personally to stop over today. ‘Cuz I’m thinking YOU’D be thinking: HUH? That’s nice? Well, I think it’s nice and that’s all that counts.
I think I’ll go to town which is only a quick 25 mile round trip. We’re out of milk…………….