I have written before about my hair and the unruliness of it.
This morning I had little to no time when getting ready. To top it off, I didn't have time to wash my hair last night. So, this morning I washed my hair and came to terms with the fact that I didn't have time to dry it or straighten it.
I grabbed some gel and a hairdryer and worked until the dampness left. I pulled some up out of my face and fastened it back.
I put Miss L on the bus, grabbed Mr. B's backpack and we headed for the door.
We started down the road and realized that the brown Nike flip flops that I had worn outside to the bus were still on my feet.
That would be great except for the fact that I was heading to work and I was wearing black and white "dress clothes".
I turned around and headed back to the house, grabbed some new shoes and jumped back into the truck.
It was at this time that Mr. B said, "Momma, why is your hair all crazy?".
I said, "What do you mean?"
To which he replied, "It is all curly and crazy...."
Hhhmmm, I thought, "crazy", not exactly a nice descriptive word.....
"Do you think it looks bad?"
And without a moments hesitation, he said, "YES!"
He might be on to something considering my friend, Becky, just brought me lunch and when she hit the door she started laughing.....
And Manda, you know how I said that I thought that big hair was a prerequisite for living in Texas..? I could so totally live there.