I would be lying if I acted like I knew what in the world I wanted to write about right now. But you know what they say – show up and let your fingers do the talking and the rest will come. Except problem for me is that my hand is numb because I am pretty confident that I have early stages of carpel tunnel setting in because I am 29 going on 82. Now my head is all foggy and my hand can’t feel anything so this blog post is just oozing of potential for havoc. Like that. I don’t really know if “oozing for havoc” makes sense but we’re gonna go with it because at this point I have nothing else clever to say.
Before I start talking about how anti-social I have felt lately, I figured I should get my new favorite hair product out of the way because those two topics seam together perfectly. Dry shampoo – lets talk about it. I feel like it’s the one thing that everybody has been talking about for the past two years that I never really listened in on. I somehow missed the memo when the memo was flashing right in front of my eyes. It’s amazing – did you know you can have the greasiest hair ever and then this stuff zaps it all out away and you look like a freaking supermodel that just showered?!?!? I KNOW. Did you also know that the world’s best smelling dry shampoo is from amika and you need it like yesterday?!?! My husband will testify to this statement. The man who hates me spraying anything in the bathroom actually likes me spraying this stuff. Miracles happen people and it all starts with dry shampoo.
Now back to my other topic. Anti-social. I feel like a boat does that to you in a really weird way. I have been spending WAY too much time on that thing with strictly my husband and I’m starting to worry that we have no friends and will never know what else to do in life than lay on a boat. It’s a horrific problem I know. Please send help in the form of bodies that are willing to lay on a boat with us.
That’s all for now – I’ve got some basil pasta concoction to make for dinner and we all know if the woman doesn’t cook, the woman doesn’t eat. Peace out greasy hair lovers, we officially unite.
