Bad Hair Day!!!!

Hair Frizzle Day!

What am I doing right now?

So glad you asked!

I am trying to comb my hair!

What do you mean you think that is a simple job? I tell ya, it is rather complicated! I'd rather be reading...but NO...my hair has to be combed in order to put on my glasses to read...so thus the monumental task of combing.

Let me first explain the scene.

Rapunzel has nothing on me. I have hair long enough to sit on it! TWICE! LOL.

Why not get it cut you asked? Simple...I am slightly eccentric. I own a gem/crystal shop, so I always felt that my image as a “mystical type” person requires certain embellishments on my part. One of those embellishments is long hair to give the impression that my gypsy style is still alive and kicking.

I know “gees”..I am 45 years old...time to finally grow up and catch up with my age, but instead I find myself combing my hair.

See combing my hair is not a leisurely job, it is in fact quite time consuming. If I am not mistaken I believe I started this task in 1997 and I am still combing out these same knots today.

Did I mention I rather be reading?

Yes friends, this all started with a panic spell! The “panic” came to me recently when I looked in the mirror and discovered a small patch of white hair. I shrieked in horror!!! “I am too young at age 35 to be my grandmother! I must correct this immediately.” So off I run to speak to Ms. Clairol. In fact with my long lengths, I had to kidnap 2 Ms. Clairol’s! Matching my true color? OH forget that. I can get sorta close to the weird strawberry blond I am, but not quite the same shade...but non the less, after much fuss and preparation, I chemically became a new red-head. Taa-daa!

I have yet another question for you. Have you ever seen the small tiny amount of conditioner the box of hair color gives you? Get real folks! I have 280 yards of hair here to comb! 2 little packets of conditioner will not cut it...so I am off again buying big bottles of conditioner to supplement this hair dilemma. I soak and I soak this head of hair for over 20 minutes in conditioner in hopes of disentangling this mop that insist on living on top of my head. Still...it was not much help. I find myself combing and combing my hair. Are you sure I mentioned I rather be reading?

So finally, after days of struggles I see the light at the end of a tunnel! I think I hear the hallelujah chorus! Could it be true? Am I close to finally de-tangling the last tangle? Maybe next time I'll get this hair cut off so I can wash and go and read my book! I tell you friends, I am too old (at age 25) to be doing this...but I bet you did not know this about me.

I'd rather be reading!

So the moral to my silly story? HAIR today, gone tomorrow!

HEY! Has anyone seen my comb?