Poof
Humid days give me weird hair. Boing boing boing. Bouncy fluffy puffy boing boing boing. Also, I often go to bed with wet hair, because I exercise in the evening and it’s not dry from my post-exercise shower by bedtime. Let me tell you, the results are hilarious. Even when I go to bed with dry hair, it still gets fairly outrageous. I was self-conscious about it as a kid, and at sleepovers, I would work it into a braid before hitting the sleeping bag to try to keep it from looking like the Bride of Frankenstein by morning.
I don’t care anymore. The only one who sees it in the morning is Denny, and he’s not usually wearing his glasses then so he can’t see it very well. I probably look like an out-of-focus puffball, like a dandelion in its seed stage.
I’ve always admired people with straight, sleek, glossy, Marcia Brady hair. Alas, it shall never be mine, unless I wear a wig.
