I have a ton of hair. It’s thick, wavy, and way too long. If I complain about my hair in the salon, I’m met with all this grief: they don’t want to hear it, I have no reason to gripe, and they can only wish for hair like mine. Here is my current situation.
Ok, so maybe I can understand why someone with fine, thin, straight hair would be a little put out with my complaints, but then again, has this person walked a mile in my shoes? Does she know what it’s like to deal with this monstrosity? It weighs a ton, it’s dry as a bone, and I can’t do a thing with it!
“Cut it off”, you say. HA! I’ve tried that. Actually, Madre tried that for me, throughout my entire childhood. Why? As a working mother, would you want to tackle my head every morning? So I spent my childhood looking like this.
Except for that one time that Madre thought a perm would just be so cute!
I think that was when my wild-as-a-buck hair decided, ‘Oh wow! Curls! Let’s stay like this FOREVER!!’
Since I didn’t work yesterday or today, I’m not really in ‘hair’ mode. I just couldn’t muster up anything relevant to say to educate you or get your juices flowing. See what I did there? I threw myself under the bus just to entertain you! That last one oughta do it!
If you just don’t go for silly distractions like this, and you need something more profound, you can read this post. Actually, the linked post is a little silly, but it shows that I am determined to keep my girls from having embarrassing hair pictures to show off when they grow up and start blogs of their own!
Happy Humps Day!