Hey there, Friday, you sweet thang. How you doin?
Today is a special day.
Today is my first born's 7th birthday.
Which I think means she's definitely old enough to celebrate this birthday much like I celebrated my 21st birthday. Though, seeing as she's my first born, I hope my precious angel will take it a little easier than I did.
Seems like just yesterday I was bringing home this little 1 pound, furry nugget.
I hope you and your boyfriend, Mr. Neck Pillow, have a great day.
Mama loves you.
Ok, now that the important stuff is out of the way, I really need to talk about going to the hair salon. I was there on Tuesday after work and I realized that I will pretty much submit to anything for the sake of my hair and it's really starting to get out of control.
First of all, when the hell did we agree that allowing someone to make us look like this in public, regardless of how long, is ok?
The things I agree to for the sake of keeping up the facade of being a blonde.
The great thing about going to the salon is that I use it as an excuse to get my day drink on. I tell my boss I have a doctors appointment, then I go to my hair appointment around 3 o'clock and drink my little juice box of wine while my stylist makes me blonde again.
Typically this is when I start getting weak. Very weak.
My hair is getting played with, I'm feeling real good from the wine and the conversation is flowing as smoothly as the wine. I'm in my happy place.
Then it's time for them to wash my hair.
The head massage.
Consider me putty in their hands from there on out.
And then it comes time to pay.
I'm slightly buzzed and I no longer have any concept of my budget diva lifestyle.
Expensive, fancy shampoo and conditioner that will make my hair be strong and grow?
Basically spinach for my Popeye hair...
Sign. Me. Up.
I can't even act like I haven't considered putting notes on these two bottles, pleading for anyone who showers at my apartment to not touch them. I may actually shed a tear or few the first few times I used this stuff.
Because I made the purchase on Tuesday and I haven't been able to convince myself to use them yet.
Maybe because I'm afraid that when I open those bottles and a magical, hair washing unicorn wont fly out, I'll be horribly disappointed. I don't know.
Just go ahead and chalk that up to wine induced bad decisions.
And if you've used this stuff and it sucks... just please don't even tell me. Tell me it's liquid gold. Tell me the unicorn will come out of these bottles like I Dream of Jeannie. Because that's what I feel like I've purchased. Because I'm an idiot.