I hate you. I mean, most days I really, really love you but today is not that day.
I got out of my chair last night for you. It was 9:30 at night for Pete's Sake. I was settled into my comfy chair and life was good. It was me and my Peppermint Bark. I reshampooed my hair for you Pinterest and you led me astray. This is not the first time this has happened.
It was all in the name of a loosely tousled beach wave. I followed your directions to a T. Shampoo, comb, part hair into, braid both sides, take two Tylenol and call me in the morning.
A little unsure of the Pippi Longstockingish nature I took on, I emerged from the bedroom to face my husband who was watching football. He did a double take and I proudly announced I was creating loosely tousled beach waves.
He said something about wanting to loosely tousle my wave. You better be glad mother nature gave me a get out of jail free card or you would really be in trouble.
This morning I woke full of anticipation and wonder. Excitedly I unwound the two braids. Bye Bye Pippi Hello Baywatch. Just about that time the scary music started playing. I looked like a mix between someone in a horror film and the child from the 80's who just got her first crimping iron Christmas morning.
Pinterest I know you think my life is all smothered hashbrowns and late night Waffle House runs but I was in my chair with chocolate for heaven's sake and it was 9:30 at night.
Is it so much to ask for gorgeous hair with zero effort?