I actually got up early enough to shower this morning.
Okay, I'm lying. I didn't get up early. Thing 2 slept late. Either way, I showered and it was a win win for everyone.
Then I did something crazy and unusual- I blew my hair dry- with an actual blow drier.
Guess what happened?
Yes, my hair dried, and without its normal lovely combination of frizz and lankness. But because I have been wavering between keeping the bangs and growing out the bangs, it dried in a swoop across my forehead. Between that and the tremendous amount of wrinkles and baggy skin on my face, I now look like the old drag queen version of Justin Bieber.
Good Lord. Why do I even try?
Then I dressed myself in an orange shirt with a pink vest. The day is already a wash, so what the hell... just because those colors aren't traditionally used together doesn't mean that I can't start a new trend, right? I personally like the combination*. *Maybe that is why my best art was always achromatic.....Eh. It doesn't matter. There is no way on earth that I am taking my "old lady does Bieber" look into public. Ew, that sounded dirty. And no, I'm not showing you a picture.