About Me

Woman, reader, writer, wife, mother of two sons, sister, daughter, aunt, friend, state university professor, historian, Midwesterner by birth but marooned in the South, Chicago Cubs fan, Anglophile, devotee of Bruce Springsteen and the 10th Doctor Who, lover of chocolate and marzipan, registered Democrat, practicing Christian (must practice--can't quite get the hang of it)--and menopausal.
Names have been changed to protect the teenagers. As if.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Bad Hair Day

How much does hair grow in one night? I mean, really?

It's Sunday. You have normal hair. Even attractive, if slightly funky with a tendency toward frizz, hair. You're happy. You have a satisfying career and a charmingly insoucient adolescent son. Life is good.

It's Monday. Your hair has grown exponentially. Flips, waves, cowlicks, erratic curls, bizarre bumps, and random poofs now adorn your head. You face a bleak and pointless future. You wonder why you ever dared have children.

I'm friggin' 50 years old. I thought I'd be better than this by now.

And I will be. Tomorrow. After a haircut, color, and highlights.
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