Tuesday, May 17, 2011

(because they never happen to me)

Today at work, five people told me that my hair looked good. Five! And two of them stopped me in the hall to tell me. This never happens.

Of course, my hair is an entity unto itself, with a mind and a will of its own, and it does not care what I think or feel or want it to do. It does what it wants to do, which is to be big and poofy and frizzy and uncontrollable. So it's usually in a ponytail, because at least then it's out of my face.

But today, the hair gods smiled on me, and let my usual Rosanna Roseannadanna do take a day off.

And I am just girly enough to fully appreciate that today was a good hair day.




52 weeks of happiness

3 comments:

Petra said...

There is nothing, not even chocolate :), better than a great hair day!!!

Teagan said...

haha That's wonderful! Good hair days make things happen. I love your "about me" description. Everything a person should need to know about a woman, right there. :)

Congrats on the good hair day! ;)

InTheFastLane said...

Good hair days are certainly something to smile about ;)