1.9.14

A week ago, I had a bad hair day. A REALLY bad hair day. Since there are not very many photos of me on the internet, you may not know that I have fairly long hair. 

A bad hair day to me is particularly lengthy to sort out. When I say I got a brush stuck in my hair, I mean I couldn't even find that sucker.

I dread days like this.

A bad hair day in winter invites all kinds of static electricity which is so easily encouraged by the fact that I now use an acrylic electric blanket and wear an acrylic fleece robe after waking. 
 






 




Bacon makes everything better.