As far back as the Dark Ages, I had this thing about hair. My dolls lived in fear, wondering which one would be next to get their hair chopped off. When I was fifteen, I started cutting my hair. But I always left it long enough to roll it in curlers . . .
Men, have you ever tried sleeping in these things? It’s like laying your head on a pile of rocks. I tried sleeping sitting up, hanging my head over the side of the bed, tossing and turning all night long trying to get comfortable. Finally, I came up with a solution . . .
the hair dryer from Mars. Worked like a charm. When my hair was dry, I took out the stupid curlers and went to sleep.
Then there was the brushing, the teasing and styling, and cans of hairspray . . .
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