So, my Wen came. And in case you do not sit around watching infomercials with Melissa Gilbert in them--to which I say, why? Are you NEW?--Wen is a shampoo that is supposed to transform your life. It makes thin hair full, frizzy hair (hello) calm, and so on.
I worked with a guy who used to say that. "What are you, new?" I always liked it.
Anyway, for years I thought, Oh I should just try Wen already and never did. I was trying to be fiscally responsible. Now that I am single and poorer than ever, I caved.
It got here Friday and then I had to sit around and wish it were shower time. Because guess who is pathetic.
Okay, so here is my hair before:
Puff Daddy called. As did Benjamin Franklin.
That front part has apparently had enough of my head and is trying to make its escape. And let's discuss all the clutter back there. The green thing is a mantle, ledge thing that Marvin took down and I should put up somewhere.
The pink thing is my girl tools that Daniel Boone was stuck using to fix my house. The box is my cell phone that is GOING BACK.
Anyway, Saturday dawned and you would've thought I had some kind of OCD where I liked to shower, so eager was I to get in there. Yeah, yeah, cat food in a bowl--plop. Dog food for you guys--plinkle plinkle. Eff off. Which I just typed "eff ogg" and am going to say that from now on.
Then WHOOSH! I was showering. And then I waited for my hair to dry.
You know what I say?
Well, crap. I totally tried to put Hot in Herre up from YouTube, and it was restricted. I hate everything. Does this mean my ass in, in fact, not bodacious?
By the way, I am also going to constantly spell it "herre" from now on, along with constantly saying eff ogg.
ANYWAY, I used the dang Wen and herre is how my hair looked.
Hello! My hair is smaller! Also, I opened the tool box because I am trying to put up new curtains and yeah. It's like an episode of I Love Lucy, over herre, with me trying to put up curtains. Let's just say I not only had to go to my black-person Bed, Bath, & Beyond, but I also had to find the white-person one. And guess what? Both do not stint on the potpourri and scented candles, so I had new curtains AND a completely closed throat.
Yay.
Oh.
Herre is the side view. I got off on that BB&B tangent and almost forgot.
The other thing I keep forgetting? Is to say our book for book club is Only Time Will Tell by Jeffery Archer. We are supposed to meet herre to discuss it on October 29, but do we need more time? Let me know.
Also, Whitni (with her "i") and Duffylou share comment of the week honors. I know! Two for one! Two {click}, two {click} two mints in one! Whitni and Duffylou have retsin.
Honestly what is wrong with me. I guess it's because I'm so hot (in herre) with my new hair.
How much do you like me for getting obsessed with that song NOW, 10 years later?
And by the way, don't be fooled by the Wen that I got. I'm still Junie from the block.
