Thursday, May 6, 2010
When Aaron gets home from work at 5 p.m., I am seldom dressed for the day. My hair is usually in a "fun bun." I decided to do a trial run this morning for the inevitable day when I need to go back to work: try to be dressed and ready to walk out the door at 8 a.m. I looked through my closet for some "work" attire, tried to straighten my hair, and this was the result. Don't I look forlorn? Nyah looked at me while taking this picture and said, "Mom, why is your hair so frizzy?" That was at 8:45 a.m. I've got to cut 45 minutes off my time, get rid of the frizzies, and learn how to use the iron (check out the wrinkly pants). Maybe I'll have better luck tomorrow!