I didn't even get dressed yet and I stampeded to the computer to show you my hair. Who's a good blogger?
I was there for FIVE HOURS AND FIFTEEN MINUTES. Seriously. I mean, I should have been coming out of that salon with new hips and the ability to speak Latin and maybe an entire race change in that amount of time. Because you want to go to a hair salon for your hip replacements. And your race changes. For that matter.
Okay, without further ado–get it? A DO? Here is my before picture:
God, I'm funny every time I do the before pic, aren't I? I mean, this IS before. Forty-four years before, but still.
Here is today:
TAA-DAAA! I had leaves stuck to the sides of my head so I look vaguely like a moose. What do you think?
Really, why do I have such a bulbous nose? Now I have to get that changed. At the hairdresser. Put this nose next to my old hips.
Anyway, the crap they put on my head is still there, and I have to wait 72 hours before I can put an elastic in it, or get it wet, or remotely bend it in any way. Otherwise it'll stay that way. Apparently if I make a face it'll stay that way in my hair, too.
This means I cannot do Jillian Michaels till Friday! Woo-hoo! No flaring nostrils for three days! Come on, Buddy! Fight for it! We're all in the same boat!
If you're not doing 30-Day Shrek with me, the above paragraph means nothing to you.
I am excited to wash it and see what it looks like after. I don't know if it'll be stick straight or just kind of really not frizzy. Supposedly it reduces frizz my 90% or something. Which means I should have no hair left.
This is such a deep blog.