I didn’t brush my hair yesterday. At first mention, that probably sounds like there’s something the matter with me. Truth be told, there probably is somewhere in there, but that’s a whole other discussion. Scott and I were driving back home from San Clemente.
Up at the crack of dawn and out the hotel room door, so I just didn’t bother doing anything other than brushing my teeth and throwing on my favorite driving sweatpants. I didn’t give it a second thought until today, when I started brushing my hair and found nothing but a head full of knots. It took me a minute to realize how I had wound up with a rats nest on my head. Cruising down Interstate 5 with the music going and the windows rolled down does not make for neat and smooth tresses.
I think I rival one of the most tender heads in west so brushing through the mess was less than pleasant. Lesson learned.
