I was going to write about the weird dream I had about monarch butterflies dying in my house, but then I decided that was just a little too strange...and kind of creepy. I also thought about writing about how I follow Quentin Tarrantino's advice on what to do when a police car is following you on the road (not chasing, no lights...just right behind you)--Sing loudly to yourself and act like you don't have a care in the world. Seems to work so far anyway...
But that seemed like a really strange thing to talk about, so, instead, I'm putting together a list (I love lists!) of sad truths I have learned about myself (blah, blah, blah, yes, it's all about me, where have you been, it's always about me! *grin*) in my three days of experimentation with my new hair cut:
1. I'm physically incapable of styling, curling, flat-ironing, or even blow-drying the back of my hair without conking myself in the head or burning my fingers.
2. My left hand sucks at pretty much everything required for hair styling, like using the brush, holding the blow-dryer at the appropriate angle, etc. (Except holding the pile of mousse, it does that pretty well.)
3. Using the mirror only confuses me. I end up blow-drying the wall behind me.
4. My understanding of how hair style products (or just "product") are used is dated from the late eighties, early nineties--mousse can be used for more than just making your hair crunchy, who knew!?!
5. I love mousse! No more hair puffiness...well, less hair puffiness, anyway.
And I think that's it for now...
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Oh, good. That's what I was aiming for...nonetheless, everything on the list is true. : )
I think it's 'do. Because it's short for hairdo, but I don't know that for sure. You cracked me up with the "doet" possibility, though!
Funnily enough, I have a couple pictures of the new hairstyle. Just have to find time to teach myself how to get the pictures off the camera : )
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