Today I got my hair colored and cut and styled. I love getting my hair done. It is very pampering and relaxing and all of those good things. Though, today some complete stranger walked in to the salon as I was in the middle of getting my hair colored (tinfoil strips all hangin in there and gunk up next to my scalp to cover the gray babies) and walked over to me and said, "Love your hairdo." She then snickered and dropped off whatever she was dropping off and left. I know she was trying to be clever, but... uh, ok, whatever lady.
Anyway, I got all beautified and went back to work where many people oohed and aahed over my fun flippy curls and glamorous lowlights. Yay! They like me! They really like me! Or, at least my hair. AND, as I was finishing at the salon, my fantastic cosmetologist said, "You know, you could probably get two days out of this style." Ooh, I could look pretty two days in a row?! How great! Oh... wait....EXERCISE.
I could get two days out of the style if I went home and slept and got up and did some touch-ups and voila. However, if I am going to continue on the exercise roll I have going, then I would have to go to Zumba after work today (cuz I overslept again), AND work out tomorrow morning and I would definitely then have to wash my hair and wreck her fine handiwork. Oooh, so you can see my delema. I paid good money for my moment of pretty hair, and my exercise will ruin it. What to do?!!
I went to Zumba. Hooray for my ass!
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You should have replied "yeah, love yours too," to that lady. Too bad we can't think of these clever responses in the moment.
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