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Good Monday morning to me. I'm not one who fusses or complains about Mondays. Whatever. It's a freaking day that starts off the week -- this is nothing new people. Anyway, when those people who do complain about Mondays, I completely understand what you are referring to. Today my alarm didn't go off. Lately, I've been having issues with this alarm. In my head, I swear to god I set that damn thing and I must turn it off in my sleep. My BF thinks that I never actually set it and just think I do. Well, whichever way it happens, it didn't go off.
So, I hop in for my 3 minute shower ( 3 minutes my ass Jennifer Aniston) and I pick up my hairdryer. Let me back up. The BF hates the sound of my hair dryer. He often says it's the worst sound ever invented for a morning ritual. He has said this on a weekly basis since we moved in. See, he doesn't have any sisters so he never really got used to all the girly stuff -- lotions, hair spray, hair dryers, flat irons and hair in general. Although, he is obsessed with his own.
Anyway, I plug it in and nothing. Not a damn thing. No little buzz and then nothing. N-o-t-h-i-n-g. I hit reset on the machine and in the wall. I try the other bathroom and even the outlet in my room. Nope. It's dead and it's 8 a.m. on a Monday morning. I think the BF sabotaged me. Bastard.
But, I was still able to get into work before 8:30, wet hair and all. Reason #454,332to maintain short, straight hair -- even if your hair dryer dies on you, you won't look like you just rolled out of bed in the office.
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Monday, June 2, 2008
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