The day my hot mess of a head of hair got the better of me...

While looking in the mirror this morning (puffy eyes, gray roots, etc. etc.) I remembered that you sometimes have to have a little "come to Jesus meeting" with yourself...



Me: "Self?"

Self: "Yes?"

Me: "Why does our hair suck so bad?"

Self: "I was just thinking the same thing - I love how we think alike" (snort)

Me: "If I knew how to cut my own hair, I would do it right now..."

Self: "Maybe we could Google it?"

Me: "Umm...well, we could - but then I'd have to shave my head after we're done - cuz that's how bad it would be - ya feel me?"

Self: "Yeppers"

Me: "Why does it look like my roots are freaking 3 inches too long, I have too much gray hair, the tips are burnt to a crisp, and it's all jaggedy...?"

Self: "Ahem. Because it is all those things."

Me: "Right." Taps fingers on counter...

Self: "What if we...you know...call her?"

Me: Sigh. "We should...we should definitely call her"

Self: "I mean, we like her...she's affordable...she's funny and a good story teller...and she's always up to the challenge of this shamble of hair we bring in.."

Me: "But it's been like, since last summer...and everytime I feel so guilty that I let so much time pass...and I feel like I have to give 77 excuses why I haven't been to see her in so long. You know?"

Self: ........

Me: "You know?"

Self: ........(under breath...you're a hot mess, sister...call her)

And so I did.