37 bad hair days and counting! That's 37 days in a row, girls! Sigh. Since the ole hand incident (here and here if you missed the "excitement"), my hair rountine has basically been reduced to washing with a 2 in 1 shampoo to make it easier and then blow drying with one hand. Period. So wherever and however it lands, well, let's just say that's the style of the day. And I use the term "style" very loosely here!
But in anticipation of the fact that probably after my occupational therapy appointment today I get to shed the cast for most of the awake part of my day, I have made an appointment with a hairdresser. To get some kind of cut that has shape to it. And foil hi-lights. Hi-lights, girls. Done by a real live professional!
Whoo Hoo! I'm a-celebrating.