Today my hair looks like a Disney Princess.
No, it isn’t in the shape of Cinderella. It looks like a hairstyle drawn by someone who is working on a Disney Princess movie. A little flip here, a little body there, and one or two random hairs sticking up sassily for character. My hair looks adorable today.
And what am I doing today? Running errands, working around the house, and making sure my kids don’t eat things off the kitchen counter that they’re not supposed to.
Why is it that whenever I’m allowed to look scruffy, my hair looks like it’s been designed by a professional animator, but whenever I need to look my best, my hair pretends that it’s been days since I’ve showered (even when I’ve just hopped out of the shower)?
It’s not that I don’t like it when my hair looks nice, but I’d appreciate it if it looked amazing when I wanted it to look amazing, and not when I didn’t care one way or the other.
C’mon, hair, gimme a break.
I guess I should head outside and spin around in the grass while spontaneously singing a song of my own creation while being accompanied by small animals.
|This is not me. But it could be.|
from the Disney wiki