So, one morning before I left for France, I was blow-drying my hair so I would look drop-dead gorgeous, like I always do, for my new job! Ah, I kid, I kid...I blow-dry my hair every morning so I don't look like a hobo!
ANYWAY, as I was drying my hair I noticed one stray strand of bleach blond hair on my forehead.
Yes, I color my hair.
First of all, I live in California...and EVERYONE colors their hair in California. Second of all, my sister in law is a hair dresser...and I'm blessed enough to get the family discount. And, NO, it's not to cover the grays! Who told you that? They're lying to you! Lying!
So, as I am blow drying my hair I notice this stray strand of bleach blond hair and I run my brush across my forehead so the hair can get mixed back in with all the other hairs.
The hair doesn't move. It doesn't even budge.
"Hmmm, that's strange," I think. So, I repeat my actions, running the brush across my forehead, only this time trying to get underneath the hair to grab it and put it back where it belongs.
Same thing happens again...the hair doesn't budge.
Now, I'm no dummy; but, I've also heard the old mantra, 'third time's a charm', and so I give it one more go-ahead.
Still, nothing. I have one lone lost hair stuck to my forehead.
At this point I turn off the hair dryer and lean in closer to the mirror to inspect this stubborn hair more closely and that is when I made a terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad discovery...
this was no stranded hair on my forehead...
this was a WRINKLE!
OH FOR SHAME!
I made a very, very strong pot of coffee that morning...and wore lots of extra makeup! Yeesh!
I think it's very fitting that this is my hair dryer:
The Daffy Duck hair dryer is sooo you! You don't have wrinkles, alright.
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