Hairs are strange. They rarely do what you want them to do, when you want them to do it. I want my hair to go to a meeting. It wants to go to a rave. I want my hair to be sleek and smooth. It wants to be curly and crazy. If hair does answer to a higher power, that power is probably humidity.
It’s too hot out to pick up the hairdryer, let alone the flat iron. Normally, I just say, When in doubt? Wear a headband. But this is not normal. I think my frizz is picking up radio signals from Mars. Or Utah. I am fighting a losing battle.
Speaking of hair, my dad will be at the ACDC concert tonight. I think he should get hair extensions for it. And jean shorts!
Also On Tap for Today:
- Have Afghani food for dinner. Mmm!
- Buy a hydration belt (weird, I know) for longer runs
How do you tame your mane? How do you keep it so perfectly in place?